The girls who went with Gustoff were all succulent, ripe and ready for taming. He took them to his torture camp and used and abused them until they begged for more. They were all big-titted, wide-assed beauties who took to the whips and chains like a fish takes to water.
The commanders were a special breed of men. They could take the wildest, most resistant cunts and put them through exquisite torture until they were completely subjugated.
Dina was a hot-blooded bitch who enjoyed the gristly tasks set for her by her companions. When wielded the whip like a master as she gently flicked its bloody tip over the trembling flesh of her frightened victims.
All together, they lived for the pleasures of the flesh. Burned, beaten, bruised, battered, bound and bloody.
CHAPTER ONE
One by one the girls were captured and taken away to the torture camp.
It happened mostly in the middle of the night when the small town was asleep.
The messenger was of muscle and plenty of prick and balls in his tight black pants.
They called him Gustoff but it wasn't his real name.
He had a small moustache and tremendous hands that knew how to wield a whip. He loved whipping women's flesh, tearing their tender skin off pink asses.
He came for them in a big black car. He was disguised as a rich John, and the innocent girls fell for it.
In October he began with Beula.
He looked into his small black book where the names and addresses were neatly printed. He drove up and parked across the street from her house.
He sat and waited in the car until all the lights were out, except the ones in her bedroom.
She was a cock teaser. He had often seen her getting undressed in front of the shades.
Now he saw her shadow again. Her large tits and firm protruding ass being undressed flaunted in a sexy silouette.
He felt his hard-on beginning to stand inside his tight pants. , The cock felt uncomfortable straining against the material. His balls were thumping with sap.
He cracked his knuckles slowly and knew he had to have that bitch up there, and that he would get her too and tame her to his desires.
He got out of the car and went around to the back of the house where he'd often seen her going in alone.
He tried the doorknob and the door gave way just as he had expected, she never used the key.
He started up the stairs walking softly. When he reached the top floor where she lived, he knocked gently.
She didn't bother to ask who was there. It never occurred to her.
She opened the door and saw his face.
She was startled by the sight of the stranger. He saw a flash of fear cross her eyes.
He put his foot in the doorway, so that she couldn't slam it shut in his face.
He stepped quickly into her room and then closed the door.
He leaned against the doorknob and glanced quickly around the small spare room with its bed already made for sleeping.
She was trembling of course. He'd expected that. He rather enjoyed her fear and folded his thick brawny arms across his chest and watched her shivering.
Even her tits were whiter than usual. He chuckled to himself.
She had a nice firm belly and full round thighs. Her skin looked so clean and smooth, like no one had ever touched her really, never given her a beating of any sort.
"Who are you?" she said finally, in a whisper.
Her voice was hoarse and trembling too.
He knew he could have said anything. "Gustoff," he answered her, knowing he wasn't giving away any secrets. "What do you want?"
"You."
Her lips were turning blue. She wanted to say get out of here, get out of my room, but she didn't dare, for fear he would cause a ruckus and wake everyone downstairs.
He knew he had her beaten. He didn't have to do anything, just wait around.
"Get dressed," he said finally in a whisper.
She didn't budge. He leaned forward and tweaked one of her nipples.
She jumped back in pain.
He laughed softly and took another step forward.
He caught her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it hard.
She made a deep sound of pain far back in her throat.
He smiled broadly at her, enjoying the sight of her pale tense face.
"Why me, what do you want from me?"
He didn't answer. She was wasting time.
He grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back.
He stepped in close and pressed his hard-on to her ass.
He wondered if she had ever screwed before, or whether was lucky enough to have found himself a virgin here.
He put his hand along the front of her thigh and felt up close into her crotch.
Her cunt was damp.
Still she wasn't getting dressed, and he knew she would put up a fuss and risk waking up everybody even though she would have preferred not to.
But she was no dummy.
She knew her life was worth more than scaring some strangers downstairs.
He realized that she was about to shriek now, and before she could open her mouth he flung his coat over her head.
Quickly he lifted her up and wrapped a rope around her knees.
She was kicking wildly, but was no match for his brute strength.
He turned and quickly went out the door with her over his shoulder.
She was like a sack of wild animals, but lots more animals than he could manage.
A few minutes later he had her in the car, and all the doors locked.
He started the car up and screeched the tires on asphalt and sent them flying away.
The car sped along two miles, five miles, out of town and into the hills were the camp lay hidden in the forest.
Nobody knew of it except a few special guests and of course the commanders.
He drove through a complicated maze of rooms, all hidden. Only somebody who knew the way could find his way in. Anybody who would try to follow would be lost in a minute. He was driving at a hundred miles an hour it seemed. The car was steady, built for speed and to hug road curves.
Pretty soon the woods cleared and they were at the camp.
Again he flung his bundle over his shoulder and carried it into the low brick building.
He found a small room with some bars, his special initiation room, actually.
He dumped her onto the floor inside the room after he locked the door.
He pulled the coat over her head.
She blinked trembling where she lay, and looked at the strange creature, half grinding machine teeth, and half human being, that crouched on metal arms and knees.
"What are you going to do to me?" she said.
He chuckled in his throat.
He grabbed her up and dragged her to the machine. He hung her arms to a bar above it and tied them fast above the elbows.
She looked down.
She saw the truth. How the machine would bite into her front and ass.
He picked up a whip and began to lash her, down her back and ass.
He let the ends of the whip bite and make criss-cross marks through her flesh.
It was the first time she had ever gotten such a beating. She moaned and cried but did not shriek. She was still petrified of the loud sounds.
All of her trembled.
She was young and new to the game and could take a lot more rough treatment than some of the others who were worn out by now. He liked that.
When he figured she had had enough for the first initiation he undid the ropes and dragged her to the floor. He flung himself on top of her. He could barely wait to screw her cunt hole.
With his knees he spread her thighs and cradled himself inside her tight wet cunt.
He felt her panting beneath him.
Her breasts were hot, her nipples hard.
He ripped his pants open, yanked out his cock.
He pushed it forward into the waiting box.
The juice was dripping from her as he shoved up inside her to the hilt.
She was groaning and writhing beneath him.
He knew suddenly that he had struck gold with this chick.
She was turned on by the lashing. She wanted to be his slave, even if she wouldn't admit it right away.
He began to screw her like a trip hammer. He pumped his hips back and forth manly, his muscles working like a horse.
She stretched her legs out wide and then tightened them around his hips.
She clasped her ankles and her knees together, drawing him deeper inside her.
Her arms went around his broad hips and then her fingers dug nails deep into the back of his shoulder blades.
He knew she was really digging in. He continued to pump her as hard as he could go.
He felt her hips responding in a circular eight motion, banging away like mad.
Her ass whacked up and down on the floor.
Her bright red hair was flung back and forth over her face as she twisted beneath him.
He knew she was trying to come.
He felt his own load building up and building up inside his balls. Suddenly it spurt from him.
He felt the hot cream coming out in large canon ball lumps. He shuddered madly. His body felt as though it were on flame. His dick seemed to be a hundred miles long.
It dove and climbed inside the thick dark cave.
He was shooting his load like he had never felt it before, and he was cold and hot from top to toe.
She too began to come now.
He felt her cunt milking his prick.
He also felt her juices beginning to shoot and make him sopping wet.
She was moaning low in her throat.
Her eyelids flooded as she groaned.
She bit down on her lips first and then on his.
Her mouth searched. She pressed her tongue into the end of his.
He caught hold of her tongue with his own, and backed her head down to the floor, grinding his mouth against hers and tasting the salt of blood with his lips where his teeth had cut her open.
This was it. This was the ultimate orgasm!
He shot and shot, wondering if the world would ever stop spinning.
He felt he could go on like this forever. It was a wild feeling, a mad sensation, that completely overwhelmed him and delighted him with joy. He felt stronger than ten giants, and he felt as though he would live forever, fucking like this.
He had been right to steal her away, and make her his slave.
When he fell away from her and crawled off her body, she simply lay where she was, exhausted, wet, hot and a mass of bruises.
Her eyes opened. She looked at him.
There was still fear, but she was too tired really to respond to her fear.
She merely lay gazing at him steadily.
"Who are you?" she whispered hoarsely at last.
Again he told her his name, but knew that it would make no difference.
She had never heard of him or of the camp before.
That was his secret!
"How long will you keep me here?"
"As long as you amuse me."
"And then you'll let me go?"
Gustoff shrugged. He didn't want to tell her what became of women who had fallen out of favor with him. It was too soon to let her in on all his secrets.
"You had better hope that I like you for a long long time," was all he said.
She got the message.
Suddenly she began to cry.
She tried to hold back the tears, but couldn't. They simply squeezed out from between her lashes.
It was the sound of desolation and utter loneliness.
He reached across and slapped her hard, twice against either cheek. She shut up instantly. "Tears are forbidden." She nodded.
She was certainly getting the message in a hurry, he realized, satisfied.
"I like you a lot," he said, "you just got to continue to be a good girl. Understand me?"
Again she nodded.
He knew that she didn't really understand anything yet, but after the second or third try, she would begin to understand the rules of the place and probably try hard to please him, the way they all tried.
He stood up and brushed himself off.
He put his prick back into his pants and closed the zipper.
He tightened the buckle across his belly. He felt excitingly alive after all the fucking sessions he had had today, this one was the best, the cream of the cream.
He felt he would go on forever.
From one cunt to the next!
Never stopping for anyone!!!
She looked at him and said, "I don't suppose I'm the only girl here?"
"None of your fucking business."
She did not try for a second or third question.
"That's it, little girl," he said, "just use your good sense and play along.
CHAPTER TWO
Gustoff had a hard time sleeping when he was alone. He dreamt of women bleeding all over him.
The bleeding turned him on of course but he didn't much like sleeping with a hard-on and he didn't like wet dreams, either.
He liked to come inside a cunt, not against the sheets.
He strolled out of the room, in search of entertainment.
The dawn was a long way yet, perhaps a couple of hours before the first signs of light.
He went to his room and looked through the files, wondering where his commanders were. He picked up the intercom mike and began calling different code numbers. The board kept blinking red, signaling that the rooms were empty.
At last he got one green light and an answering voice.
"Where the hell is everybody?" said Gustoff to commander spade.
"A couple of the guys are with me," the commando answered, "should we come over?"
"What the hell are you all doing?"
"We have this chick on the pincers and we're timing here, to see how long she can hold out."
"What are you going to do with the information?"
"We have a book listing the strongest cunts in the whole camp."
"That's a good idea.
"I'll come over and watch the proceedings myself."
Gustoff hung up, feeling better, knowing that there was a party going on. He liked a lot of action at the end of the night. He had chosen his commandos for their brains, as well as for their ability to fuck cunts.
Before he went to the room where the commandos were gathered, he stopped by the commissary, and slugged down three quarts of beer. Then he continued to the alleys, moving quickly beneath the soft blue lights, proud of the layout that he had engineered. He came to the commandos' hut, knocked with the entry signal, and was let in immediately.
The men saluted him, clicked their heels. He looked over their uniforms to make sure that everything was spic and span. He liked his commandos looking perfect at all times, especially when they were with one of the cunts.
They looked pretty good, he had to admit. Boots polished, pants pressed, shirts and ties neat, caps at just the right set angle above steely eyes and straight eyebrows.
"Well then," said Gustoff, "let's see the action.
They saluted him. The commandos he had spoken with on the telephone led the way.
The hut had various rooms within its confines.
They went down a circular flight of stairs into the dark earth where the cellars were.
In a little while they came to the outside of a wooden door.
Behind it was a creaky sound going on and on.
"She's in there," said the commando.
"I know, I know, let's see it."
Impatiently Gustoff waited for the commando to open the door. He followed the commander inside not going first now, but letting his second lieutenant lead the way. It was all exactly as had been described to him.
At first he could not see her face.
It was covered with dark hair, beautiful glossy black hair. His eyes riveted on her large breasts that were encased in ropes that squeezed hard at the base.
Her nipples stuck out a mile, her arms behind her back were attached to a rod by means of ropes.
A rope tied her knees and ankles together.
Her black silk garter belt was frayed as she swung up and down, up and down, above the threatening points of steel pincers.
She had missed a couple of times and had bounced down and been pinched. That much was obvious. Her cunt was red and inflamed. Bits of flesh hung in shreds.
"How long as she been like that?" said Gustoff.
"Half the night," said the commando. "And what's the time limit?"
"Well, if she's to set the record, it has to go on like this until ten in the morning."
"Do you think she'll make it?"
"I'm optimistic."
"What's her name?"
"Lena."
"Who found her."
The commando grinned. "Don't you remember? It was at the festival. You spotted her first and pointed her out to me, and I went about my business."
Gustoff understood that the commando had kidnapped this girl on the night of the party.
"Does she have any family?"
"No one has made any announcements."
"Nothing in the paper or on the radio?"
"No."
"What about the police?"
"We have no alerts from that score, either."
"Well okay then."
Gustoff watched her for awhile, bouncing over the dangerous metal claws.
He shook his head and motioned for the commandos to cut her loose.
"But why?"
"I don't really give a damn about setting records, all I want is my amusement and I don't really get a kick by someone who is going to be plucked to death by metal beaks."
The commando chuckled. "I see," he said, "you want to do the plucking yourseelf."
Gustoff didn't answer. He didn't have to.
He leaned over to a table where there was an assortment of whips, and picked one up.
He turned and' flicked it lightly over the commandos' face, because he thought that the guy was getting smart and should be put in his place.
The commando felt the red welt that had been made on his cheeks and suddenly his eyes became nill.
"That's the idea," Gustoff said, "no back talk."
One thing Gustoff was, was the absolute leader of the whole mob. No one was ever going to try and voice an opinion in his presence.
They cut the girl down and she staggered and fell on the floor. Gustoff looked down at the pitiful pieces of flesh, barely being held together.
"When was she last fed?"
They shrugged.
"Well get her something."
"A shot of whiskey would be best," said one of the men.
"Yes," said Gustoff, "whiskey will bring her around, but bring some food too."
They looked at him as though he'd lost his marbles.
He didn't feel it was necessary to answer them.
He knew what he was doing. He knew that he wanted to resurrect this one a little bit, that bright red cunt looked like it could use a little fucking.
He strode the room flicking the whip this way and that through the air, testing it on different legs and faces of the men, making them like sheep before him.
He didn't beat them though, the way he beat women, he just kind of gave them the message. It made them stronger, in a way, and solidified their loyalty to them, but he wanted more than anything a gang of strong men to second his desires. If anyone got the idea that he could be deposed, than his game would be over.
But nobody would get such an idea, because nobody could dethrone him. He was the absolute master by virtue of cruelty, as well as his power and stamina.
When some food and whiskey were brought, he motioned everyone out of the room. He stood there with the girl and the food, satisfied to be alone with her. She didn't make a move to it, although he knew she must be starving.
He pushed the tray of food close to her face.
"Eat," he commanded. She could not move.
He looked at her and saw that her limbs ached, and that she was too weak to do anything to help herself.
This was how a woman should be, actually, dependent on him completely, even for the very act of nourishing the body.
He bent down and lifted the shot of whiskey in his hands.
He brought the glass to her lips.
"Drink this," he commanded.
Her mouth trembled and her mouth opened. She glugged down the shot of whiskey and shuddered.
"There, that's good, isn't it?" he said.
She coughed a bit and nodded.
"Now take some food."
She tried to reach for the sandwich but her arms wouldn't go. They were stiff from having been bound behind her back for so long.
He picked up half the sandwich and forced it to her mouth.
She began to eat suddenly in large hungry bites. He was glad to see that there was still plenty of spirit left in this cunt.
He knew that when she had finished eating, he would really fuck her.
She devoured the food with every movement of his wrist until she had completed the job and the tray was wiped clean.
He pushed it away then and dropped to his knees beside her.
He straddled her body.
She looked up at him.
He saw her eyes watching his hard-on come to life.
She watched it grow longer and longer, her face dazzled by the sight of his cock.
"Never seen anything quite so huge, heh?" he chuckled.
She shook her head no.
"Well you ain't seen nothing yet," he said. He opened his pants and whipped out the dong.
It stood proudly above her like a fucking flag pole.
The head was large and bulbous and slimy. Behind it the shaft was thick and pulsing with veins. His balls hung like horse balls. He reached down with his hand and lifted her head.
Her skull was cold and heavy.
But he felt life beginning to strain in her neck. She came up to face his prick. She was looking at it very closely now, her mouth practically touching the tip.
"Blow me off," he said.
She didn't have to be commanded twice.
She opened her lips, and he pressed his tool into her. mouth. She knew how to keep her throat open.
He forced his cock deep into her mouth and it disappeared right up to the hilt. His balls swung in front of her chin.
He felt her tongue beginning to flick behind the head of his dong, he had great sensations there and he began to shudder. She was making him feel real good, yeah, real good.
Her lips tightened around his shaft. She began to suck him off.
She knew how to milk him with her mouth real well. She began to move her head faster. He clutched her skull, and banged it down harder on him and then pulled her away, and banged again, moving her head even faster up and down on him until she was going like a fucking train.
He felt all of his juices beginning to rise out of his balls and into his hard-on.
He began to tremble.
His knees felt tense and the sensation of iron-bound desire went up to his thighs and even into his ass.
He felt his ass hole quivering;, a strange, but delightful sensation.
Suddenly he felt himself gathering force.
He hung suspended as his tool began to spit. He watched her and saw her throat moving as she was swallowing every drop.
Yeah, she knew how to make it good for him.
He liked that. He liked seeing how being a real good slave for him excited her. She sucked him off altogether and he felt that she would do it for him every five minutes if he wanted her to.
He pulled her head off his tool now and let her fall back onto the ground.
"You're pretty good," he said, "I understand you could have won the world's record for hanging on."
She began to groan and shudder. The thought made her miserable.
"You see, I saved you."
"Oh yes, master, yes, you really did that. I'm so glad. I will do anything for you."
Gustoff chuckled.
"You will, dear, you will!"
She didn't get the implication. Didn't understand his message. She was too sick and too tired and too scared to care about much else other than being able to get some sleep now.
He figured to leave well enough alone. He didn't want the line between life and death to get any thinner.
"Okay, bitch face," he said.
CHAPTER THREE
At ten the next morning, Gustoff was out in the middle of the town walking up this street and the next, to see what he-could see, and hear what he could hear. There were always new cunts to be gathered.
Besides which, his cunt bitch friend, Dina, was on the loose. He wondered where-she was and what she was doing.
He never told any of the commandos, but he thought that Dina had more balls than any of the men. She had a real cruel spirit of which he approved. She got as much joy out of lashing a girl down to shreds as he himself did.
She also liked to screw chicks, and he loved to watch her doing that.
He used to get pleasurable sensations that could make him come, just by watching Dina suck off a broad and be sucked in turn.
Dames doing sixty-nine was second only to fucking broads up their cunt holes.
Sometimes it was good to be in the middle with two chicks working him over.
That was where Dina came in handy.
She had a way of teaching the new broads what to do to him, how to suck him, how to feel him, how to grind their cunts in his face.
But Dina hadn't been around his camp for a while, and he was missing her.
He looked into various store windows, especially the places that sold sexy clothes. Dina had a passion for looking beautiful, and she was sure a gorgeous chick.
Where the hell was she?
His balls ached for her.
He realized that his need for Dina was what had kept him awake last night.
Bitch, cunt, he would have to turn her up now, once and for all.
The more he looked, the more he realized she was evading him. He wondered if she knew his hots for her. Probably!
She had an uncanny sixth sense.
Well, he knew where to find her eventually.
By one in the afternoon, he realized that he would have to go to the brothel where Dina frequented, and one of the bitches there would be able to clue him in as to her whereabouts.
The brothel was on the far side of town from his camp. Everybody knew about it, but not many people knew that it had a lesbian division.
Well, not exact lez, but lez performers. A place where guys could get in the middle if they wanted to, or just watch. The guys controlled the show, and that was the main thing.
He decided to walk rather than to take the car. His large legs needed the exercise. He was so hot and tense, but he thought he could run five miles without losing breath.
The brothel was the low rambling house at the end of the town and all the lights were on. Nobody tried to put the place out of business. Everybody needed to screw.
He rang the doorbell. The girl who let him in recognized him and gave him a big kiss, at the same time lifting her hips and grinding her cunt against his prick.
"Oh honey," she said, "I've been missing you."
He looked at her with his steely intense eyes.
She became nervous and backed away from him, not knowing what to expect.
"Have you see Dina?" he said, in a clipped cold voice.
The girl nodded. "She's upstairs on the third floor."
"I'm going up."
"I better call up first and make sure she's free."
Gustoff waited. He didn't want to make waves.
He felt his cock bouncing around inside his pants. He reached into his coat pocket and began to play with it idily to keep himself under control.
He knew that when he got to Dina he wanted to split her cunt apart and fuck her right away against the wall or on the floor. He didn't care where!
"Okay honey, you can go up now."
He put a bill into the girl's hand, and squeezed her tit, starting up the stairs.
As he went up the circular staircase he heard squeals and groans from every side coming out from behind doors. Everybody was fucking and blowing and fucking.
The house was just one rocking ship of sex. He could smell cunt in the air. He reached the third floor, and realized that the bitch downstairs hadn't told him which door.
For a while he waited, thinking that maybe Dina would come out to him.
No, she wouldn't, he decided, she was that kind of a cunty bitch. She would give him a hard time. It was her specialty.
The fucking sadist, with her big tits and her gorgeous tasty cunt.
He opened one door, and then the next, and the next, and finally he saw her. She wasn't alone. He didn't expect her to be, but he didn't expect to see this, either.
She looked so damn gorgeous, with her mass of gold hair falling down to her shoulders and her black satin jacket that covered her enormous tits which showed their bulging contours.
She had gorgeous broad hips, and a mass of dark curly pubic hair.
Black garter belts held up her fabulous stockings, and from the top of the knee down she wore the strange high-heeled open-toed sandle boots with the zipper down the front, which she had designed for herself.
No other dame could wear them like this.
She was coming out from a back room, and had a chain wrapped around her wrist. The chain was pulling a slave. The slave had black hair and a sad sad expression.
Her arms were hooked around a wooden pole.
Her pink garter belt held up torn stockings.
Her breasts were tied too, and the nipples made huge firm points. She really looked like a super cunt. Dina looked as though she had won the battle of this broad, for damn sure.
Gustoff wondered if Dina had already fucked this girl dry, or if there was more left.
She turned to him and said, "What the hell do you want, cunt sucker?"
"Some greeting."
"I don't need you here chasing after me," she said, "what did you come for?"
Gustoff looked at her. He hated to admit that he felt like something of a slave himself.
The idea of begging Dina for a screw made him furious. His rage turned his cock up even higher.
He whipped it out and showed it to her.
She looked at him and at his prick, and said, "You have to wait your turn, Gustoff, I'm not through with my cunt lapping yet."
Was he going to let her get away with this talk to him?
He stepped forward, and grabbed her hair close to the skull. He yanked her head back. He was still bigger than she was. He had a lot of brawn, and a lot of fury, enough to match hers, and even more so.
He stared with glittering cold eyes into her cold green cat eyes.
She was defiant, not at all afraid of him. That was what he loved about her. her unwavering strength. Her daring, her courage. He loved her tits, too, that were brushing against his chest now.
He felt their rigid points, like steel.
But she wasn't cold as steel. On the contrary, she was hot as she could be.
Her whole body was like a flame encased in flesh. He could smell the aroma of cunt rising from the curly mass of hairs. He was turned on like nobody could turn him on. This was his woman!
But he had to master her. He couldn't let her know how he felt.
She hit him with the chain wrapped around her knuckles.
He felt the bruising flash of her fist against his jaw.
She had a lot of power in the blow.
He admired her strength, too. The more strength in her, the more there was of her cunt and hips for fucking.
He chuckled into his face.
"Come on, Dina," he said, "don't give me a hard time."
But she wasn't going to give in that easy, he knew.
"Get away from me, Gustoff," she said. "I'll give you five minutes," he said, "I want to see you screw that chick anyway, it will turn me on even higher."
"Who said you can watch?" Gustoff turned the key in the door. "You don't want no trouble, Dina, come on, be sensible, be agreeable."
She looked at him and she began to laugh with contempt.
"Okay, cunt lapper, I'll do you the favor." He didn't know if she was actually giving in to him and pretending not to, or whether she was in fact feeling generous.
It didn't make any difference, as long as she did what he had commanded.
She dropped the chain and drew the girl toward her, as though she were reeling a fish in on the end of a line.
Then she unhooked the girl's arms from around the pole, and undid the various ropes.
She also unhooked the hose from the long garters.
She ripped the already ragged stockings away.
"Spread your legs, bitch," she called.
The girl lay on her back and did as she was told. There was no more fighting spirit left in her.
Dina jumped on top of the broad and began to grind her naked cunt against the one waiting for her, spread-eagled.
Gustoff watching Dina do her thing began to play with his prick.
Suddenly he thought, why the hell am I jerking off.
He moved in close and leaning forward, jabbed his prick at Dina's ass. She was not in the position to fight him off, and too busy screwing the girl, really, for any leverage or strength.
He rammed his cock forward, and into her hole. She jumped back out. He felt her ass growing hard. Her ass cheeks were quivering. He jammed his cock in harder and harder, forcing her ass hole open with his bulbous head.
Suddenly she seemed to relax, and he jabbed his prick quickly all the way up to the hilt.
His enormous weight pressed her against the girl. He heard the girl on the bottom gasping.
He felt Dina's ass beginning to pump. The more Dina pumped the girl, the more he was pumped off too. It worked like a sandwhich.
He began to feel the enormous pressure of his sperm inside of his balls. It was rising into his tool.
"Get the hell off me, you son of a bitch," Dina growled.
But he knew she had no intentions of going anywhere until he came.
Dina, at the same time, couldn't stop screwing the girl. She had to come also. He knew that their clits were touching, and that both of them were going to come beneath the weight of his own fucking motion.
In a way, he was guiding them, and commanding them to do his will. This was exactly the position he loved, on top of two broads at the same time.
Wow!
Yeah, he was going to make them come, he was going to control the speed with which they came, he was the conductor, the commander, the big boss.
The notion that he was leading the show really turned them on all the way.
He worked his hands between their two bodies, and touched Dina's hard tits. He squeezed the enormous breasts and felt the flesh between his fingers.
He felt the breasts of the girl underneath as they pressed against the backs of his hands, too.
He was surrounded by tits, cunt, and ass. All squirming and groaning and gyrating, looking to come.
All he had to do was to continue to fuck, and everybody would shoot their load. He started working his hips like a sledge hammer. He dug deeper into Dina and felt that he was coming out through her belly.
She was groaning beneath him, and so was the other girl.
Suddenly he felt an enormous shiver, and knew that Dina was having contractions of orgasm. The girl beneath Dina rose and started to come also, quivering and banging her hips wildly.
Swept away by all the sex, and groaning wildly, he too began to shoot now. The three of them shuddered and convulsed and moaned to each other.
He hung on to the swaying bodies as though he were a ship in a storm.
He fucked himself dry, and felt satisfied at last, that he had come wildly!!!
CHAPTER FOUR
When Gustoff climbed off Dina, she swung on him in a rage.
Her claws came out like nails and gutted his cheeks.
She lifted her knee to kick him in the balls, muttering curses and shrieking at him. Gustoff leaped forward grabbed her around the throat, pressed his fingers into the adams apple until she shut up.
"What the hell is the matter with you, you gone crazy?"
She tore herself free from him, and screamed. "I'm sick and tired of you following me around. Some day I'm going to murder you, you son of a bitch bastard."
Gustoff felt alert. He did not know if she broke loose again, what she would do. He picked up a small length of chain and dropped it around his knuckles.
"You have got to learn to control your temper, cunt," he said.
He started working the chain down over her face, and on to her tits. The girl lay on the floor watching everything with glazed eyes, scared shitless, afraid to move.
She couldn't believe what her eyes told her, that Dina was getting whipped and frazzle.
Dina raised her arms to shield her face, the one thing she didn't want to lose was her dynamic startling beauty.
"Enough bitch? Enough?" he veiled.
Dina turned her back, but she didn't give up. She didn't play the slave and submit.
He waited to hear her agree that he had whipped her sufficiently, but she kept her silence.
He continued working the chain over her naked ass. Large welts stood up and turned bright red and then black.
He knew that he was hurting her like hell, but she was so trained that she could take anything without really giving in.
That's what he admired about her, her strength and her defiance.
Dina was like no other woman he had ever known. She was almost his equal, except she was a woman. He finally put the chain down and said to her, "I need you back at the camp."
She looked at him and her eyes leaped with fire.
"I don't give a damn what you need," she said, "I go my own way."
He grabbed her by the wrists and began to twist them behind her back. He wasn't fooling. He knew that he would hurt her, maybe even break her arm. But he would do anything to get her back to the camp with him now.
The one thing that Dina couldn't take was having her arm twisted in the socket. Nobody could stand that for long.
"Okay, I give up," she said, "I'll go."
"What about the girl?" Gustoff said.
"I don't give a shit about her."
"Neither do I. She is so fucking limp."
"We'll just leave her here," Dina said.
"What does she know though. Anything?"
"Does she look like she knows anything?" Dina laughed bitterly.
She rang a bell and a short woman in a housemaid apron and nothing else on came in.
"Take away this wreckage," Dina said to the woman, and motioned to the girl on the floor.
"Yes, miss."
She was one of the brothel workers, trained to do everything that she was told without seeing or hearing.
Gustoff said, "All right, Dina, put some clothes on and let's go."
"What are you giving me for it?"
He stood up and his fist arched, catching her against the jaw, and knocking her half-way across the room. "This," he said.
Her head cracked against the wall. She stumbled and slipped and fell hard on her ass.
"I'm going to get even with you one day, Gustoff, just remember that."
He laughed with a sour edge.
"It would be fun to see you try, honey."
He could sense that Dina wasn't going to give him any more of a hard time tonight. Most of the fight was out of her, and she liked to keep her strength to use in more interesting ways than fighting with him. After all she knew that she was licked before she started in a battle with a man of his power.
While she was getting dressed he phoned back to the camp and ordered two other commanders to meet him downstairs with an armored car.
"You don't trust me, do you?" Dina chortled.
"I know my onions, and my cunts too!"
He had had experiences with Dina, and he wasn't taking any chances tonight.
He straightened his own clothes and by the time they got downstairs a long black limousine waited out front. You couldn't tell it was a special car, because there were no visual indications, but actually the glass was bullet proof and shatter proof and the doors were "made so that they locked with a special latch that no one could open except the driver.
One commander sat at the wheel, another beside him. They were big bulky guys with steel jaws and hard eyes, that looked to see that everything was okay with Gustoff.
Gustoff nodded and the driver flicked open the rear door latch.
Gustoff pushed Dina into the car and climbed in after her.
He shut the door again and it was locked automatically and it was locked from the front dashboard once more.
"Where to?" said the driver.
"Back to camp."
The driver looked at his wrist watch. "What the hell is the matter?" asked Gustoff, watching that unusual action.
"We got a new shipment of cunts coming in," said the driver, "I thought you would like to wait and see them arriving."
"No, no, let's get going. I have other things to take care of first."
He flicked a glance at Dina.
Dina looked at him sharply. "Where the hell do you think you're going to put me?"
"I'm not putting you anywhere honey, I'm giving you the run of the place."
"That's unusual for you."
"Well, I got things in mind."
"I can tell that, you're no sport otherwise."
Gustoff didn't answer her. He wasn't in any mood to argue just now. He leaned back in his seat, feeling great that he had found Dina and captured her. He felt comfortable having her with him. She was the right cunt for his company.
The car sped them back to camp and once they had gone through the gates that closed and locked automatically, Gustoff made the driver stop and he got out with Dina, long before they reached the main house.
He took her round to a red brick building, marked with a big label X on the door. There was smoke coming out of the chimney that had a strange pungent smell.
Dina recognized it. "You burning flesh in there?" she said. "I thought you gave that up, Gustoff?"
"I did," he said, "I got other action going on. Want to see?"
Dina began to grow interested. Her eyes narrowed and became even harder than they were naturally.
Her lips were glossy with saliva, and she licked them with her wet tongue.
"Sure," she said, "you're always up to some new tricks that interest me."
"Come along."
He pushed open the door and she followed him through a series of large rooms, quite bare of anything. No furniture, no windows. Then they reached the second door with a red knob.
"Go on, go inside," Gustoff said, "I'll wait out here."
She didn't know it, but he could watch the proceedings once she was inside, through a special wall made of glass that was see-through, but only on one side. He would get a kick out of watching her with the broad she would find in there.
He leaned against the table and observed Dina as she confronted the girl in the throes of the metal monster.
The girl had been there maybe a half hour, but she was already worn down to the marrow of her pain.
She had on a black garter belt and chains around the tops of her thighs. A pulley mechanism worked a spinning wheel, with metal teeth coming around it. The girl straddled it with her cunt, and the teeth were obviously grinding away at her pussy lips and cunt hole.
Above that two metal arms reached out from the wall. Each one grabbed and pinched into her tits behind the nipples.
Dina was growing ecstatic with all this torture.
Her breasts quivered and her nipples grew hard. She smoothed down her devil's jacket, with its long sleeves and took in her gloved hands the chain that was around the. girl's waist and pulled it even tighter.
"You crazy broad, what the hell did you do to deserve this torture?" she asked the helpless broad.
She came up behind the girl and started whipping her with the end of the chain.
The girl cried out, moaning with terror and the ultimate feelings of pain.
Dina grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back. She kissed her hard on her open mouth. Then she pulled her off the machine and just kept her dangling by the chain around her waist.
"You see, I can save you," Dina said. "I can do anything I want, if you learn how to be good. I bet you're the worst behaved broad ever created."
The girl had no answer. Her mouth trembled and the tears of relief were falling down her face. She had been saved from the torture machine, and she felt grateful. She didn't seem to care or mind what would be coming next. She didn't have the brains to think. She was totally numb.
Dina said, "Well, are you going to behave? Nod your head."
The girl nodded.
"Oh, you give up so easily," Dina said with a sudden disgust.
She loosened the chain and took it off from the girl's waist. Then she undid the garter belt and took down the stockings too.
Now the girl was totally naked and Dina looked up and down. "Not bad looking," she said, "those tits are pretty firm also, regardless of the punishment-that they've had. Come here," she said, after a few minutes. "Let's see what you can do to save yourself!"
The girl fell onto her knees before Dina.
Dina looked down at her. She raised her knee suddenly and smashed it against the girl's jaw.
"Can't you lift your face?" she said.
The girl kept her face up on an arched neck. She was wooden.
Dina suddenly slipped to her knees in front of her and grabbed her with a voraciously hungry mouth.
She began to claw at the girl's breasts and cunt at the same time. She kissed her deeply.
Gustoff watching outside began to play with his hard-on. It was coming up hard now, but he didn't think he wanted to go inside just yet. He liked to see Dina going into action, when she thought that she was being unobserved.
Dina forced the girl down onto the ground and leaped on top of her. She set her cunt onto the girl's face. "Suck me off, you bitch," she said.
She felt the tongue beginning to work inside her lips.
"Do it faster than that, don't you know how?"
Obediently, the girl's mouth moved round and round. "Oh, that's better," said Dina, "but you still have to improve if you want to get me going."
The girl was determined to do anything to please her.
She grabbed Dina's ass cheeks and clung with her nails.
"That's better," Dina said finally.
She got up and observed the girl lying there.
She went to the door and opened it. "Gustoff," she said, "I know you're watching. You don't fool me. Come on in and join the party."
Gustoff chuckled.
It was late in the day when he could put one over on this chick. Without a word he came into the room. He looked down at the broad, lying spread-eagled, her cunt lifted toward the ceiling.
She was already gyrating her hips and getting ready to be fucked.
"Go on, give it to her," Dina said, "whack her off. I'd like to watch you."
"You always wished that you had a prick, didn't you?" he said.
Dina laughed openly.
"I don't need one you know."
"Then why do you want to watch?"
"I'd just like to see you come."
Well, Gustoff didn't need any further explanation. He was hot and his balls hurt already. He leapt onto the girl and pressed quickly into her hole.
He began to work his hips as hard as they would go.
The juice was flowing already from the cunt beneath him and he was slipping up and down on the slimy stuff.
"Ohhh, this feels pretty damn good," he said, "I didn't think she could screw after what she had been through."
He kept looking at the machine with the teeth in it which had been nagging at her cunt.
He was screwing that very same place, and she could not stop him.
She must be quite a princess after all.
He blew his nuts off, and the hot cream shot into her.
CHAPTER FIVE
"The whole world is full of victims," Dina said to Gustoff later that day, "you just have to know where to find them."
"You got a secret source of supply, heh?" said Gustoff.
"I was always better at getting cunts than you were, admit it?"
Gustoff nodded. "But I'm not doing so badly.
"No, you got yourself a good operation, and in some ways I admire you. But when it comes to torturing women, I have more imagination."
"You are a crazy lesbian son of a bitch," he laughed.
"I'm just my mother's daughter," she laughed bitterly in return.
"You never told me about your family," Gustoff said, "let's have some beers and you can tell me now."
"You want to hear my history, you stupid box of nuts?"
"I have a feeling that you come from a very unusual family."
"Yeah, I could tell you stories that would stand your prick up for a week."
"All right, try me," he said.
They were in a suite of rooms with every possible pleasure device available. Including a wall of torture toys, all oiled and prepared. There were pincers and chains and leather thongs, metal hatchets, swords--edged blades of every size and shape, curved sabres, ragged-edged spears, pronged leadened balls on chains, shoes with nails in them, belts with nails in them, rusty switch blades, just to mention a few.
On the other wall were the different costumes that Gustoff liked to wear from time to time, and costumes for women also. Only the finest materials were used. The best soft leathers in black and deep blood red, with gold studs on them. There were maroon uniforms also, made out of dazzling soft silk, with gold and metal belts with matching gold bracelet cuffs.
Through the door was a large bathroom with a sunken pool.
Dina said, "If you want me to talk, you will have to come sit and watch me bathe first. I need to pull myself together."
"Suit yourself," Said Gustoff. "We got a lot of work coming up later on."
"I know, I know," Dina said nodding.
She stepped out of her clothes, dripping as she walked into the bath chamber.
Gustoff followed her, enjoying the sight of her swaying ass cheeks high and firm and quite glowing from where he had whipped her earlier.
He remembered the sense of inflicting pain upon her body and it gave him pleasure now. His hard-on came up half-way and he reached for it, took it out, and massaged it gently, as she stepped down into the warm waters that were lapping up to the edges of the tile pool.
The tile was made of black and had gold fish in it, making a mosaic along the bottom and sides.
She seemed to enjoy the feel of the water on her body and closed her eyes and lay on her back.
Her bulbous tits came up all wet and shiny with water. The nipples were a dark brown, and they were rigid looking.
He sensed she was getting a charge out of swimming around in the water and he began to jerk off, using a little more speed and strength.
"I come from one bitch of a family," Dina said, "my mother beat me when I was two years old, and I learned early in life what it means to be a boss, and have power."
"Yeah, power is the thing," Gustoff said, and he brought a whip out from his back pocket that had been coiled down to a very tiny size.
It was made of nylon threads, and deceptively gentle.
There were little knots all the way down its length. He flicked it lightly, and it lashed out across the water jumping the lapping waves until it reached Dina's tits and the knots then bounced over her breasts.
"Ouch," she screamed, her eyes opened and she leapt away.
"Ha ha," Gustoff chuckled, "just testing."
"You rotten prick," she said, "you never leave anyone alone for a second."
"You're just as bad as I am," he said, "don't make waves with me."
"I wish I was half what my mother was. She would really show you your beans."
"Balls is what I got, not beans. No dame can overcome me. Don't even try, Dina."
He waited a few minutes while she swam around in the pool, and then he told her to get out and to dry herself and dress. There was somebody waiting for her to deal with.
Dina said, "You have never ending supplies of cunts being tortured in one room or another, don't you?"
"That's the name of the game," Gustoff grinned, and made a twisted smile at the side of his mouth.
"Well maybe I'm not ready for that yet."
"You're ready when I say so," his said harshly.
"Where are your commandos?"
"Where they belong, in their rooms, or doing their work. Why?"
"I think I would like to screw a guy before I go back to the girls," she said.
"You'll screw nobody until I tell you who and where and when."
"What about you?" she said.
"The same applies for me. Now put on your clothes and shut up. He came to her and lifted his knee hard against the back of her ass.
She felt the pain shoot through her back and snap upward along her spine.
It was a sudden jerking thrust, that really knocked her off balance.
"Keep your wits about you," Gustoff said, "don't get too wise. Nobody lives forever."
"Okay, big prick, what do you want me to do now?"
She was flaunting her body before him.
He reached out and grabbed both of her tits in either hand and squeezed them hard until she yanked away in pain.
He wanted to see her in action. It gave him kicks to see her. He liked to see the girls look at him with the first flickers of hope, as though she were going to save them from hell, but actually what she did was to save them from one hell, and throw them into a far worse mess.
But it was a little game that Gustoff enjoyed, and he wanted to play it again. Tonight there was somebody else he had in mind.
He watched Dina put on her arched eyebrow pencil and her bright cherry-red lipstick. Her face was glossy and overheated from the water. She looked damn beautiful.
He felt his balls begin to throb. He knew that he was going to fuck her later on, but first he wanted to have a few differnt kinds of kicks.
"The bitch I got for you was real stubborn," he said, "I would like to see you test her courage.
"You mean nobody scared her out of her wits yet? Not even you Gustoff, with your methods for making pain?"
"That's not the point." he said, "it's just that I want to see this one really terrorized. I have my reasons."
"Okay, you got equipment?"
"You'll see in a minute."
"Yes, surprise me."
"I will, I will," he said confidently.
They went along to a room but there was nobody in it. Only equipment.
What she saw was a sharp-tooth saw lying on its side, and before it a rectangular pedestal.
"What the hell is this?" Dina asked.
"Press the button, and you will see for yourself."
She pressed the button. There was a creaking sound.
The sound came from overhead, and she looked up. Suddenly on pulleys there descended a girl hung by chains.
She was completely naked except for stockings and high-heeled satin shoes. Her legs were held apart by a metal bar, that made sure that she could not make her knees touch each other.
Her cunt was clearly visible, and her large tits too. She had a plug in her mouth, a large rubber ball that kept her from making any sound except muffled noises.
When she came down she landed on her side on top of the pedestal.
The pressure of her body on the pedestal turned the switch. The electricity made the blade start to spin. The whirring sound of the raw teeth was aimed directly at her cunt.
She was only inches away from the blade. A blade that threatened to saw her in half.
The muffled sounds became more and more anguished and frenetic. Dina immediately got the message and she grinned.
Then her face became like a mask of anger and strength. She said to the girl, "This is going to be your punishment for being bad. We are going to cut your cunt off, so that you will never have any pleasure again as long as you live."
The girl turned white as a sheet and her eyes bulged with terror.
"That's what you deserve, isn't it?" Dina said.
She started to move the pedestal slowly, closer and closer to the whirring blade. The girl made frantic sounds deep in her throat, as she saw her clitoris and cunt hole coming closer to being sliced off.
And there was nothing she could do about it, she could not even more her legs, because of the bar that held her wide open and vulnerable to the machine.
When she got within inches of the blurring blade, Dina pushed her quickly off the pedestal. The girl feel with a hard thump on her spread knees. The blade stopped whirling.
"You can thank me for that, can't you."
She reached for the girl and pulled the plug out of her mouth. "Well say something."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," said the girl in a hoarse voice.
"Is that the best you can do, when I practically saved your life?" said Dina.
"I'll do anything."
Gustoff now walked into the room and said, "I think I know you from someplace, but I don't remember where."
He bent down and slipped the bar out from between her knees.
She started to massage the insides of her thighs.
"Oh yes, I know you too."
She started to crawl toward him. She wrapped her arms around his knees and began to kiss them.
"I know who you are, you are my master.
Gustoff picked up a whip and stared at her.
"Yeah, that's right, now I know. The red commander brought you in. You were the dame who sucked cock in the truck.
She nodded vigorously.
He whipped out his cock then, it was large and hard. Juice oozed from the tip. His balls swung.
She reached up and squeezed them gently but firmly. She knew what he wanted.
She came toward him slowly, her mouth open, her tongue dripping with saliva.
He remembered the first blow-job she had given him, what a kick it was. She knew how to use her mouth to make it work like a cunt, and really milk a cock. How had he forgotten?
Now he was glad that he remembered.
Dina stood in the corner watching, licking her lips.
"What the hell am I suppose to do while you're getting sucked off," she called. "Here, try this," he said. He threw her the whip.
She knew what he meant, and she laughed at him.
He motioned her toward him. She came to him and handed him back the whip. He took it and jabbed it clear up her cunt.
"I'm going to fuck you with this thing until you holler uncle," he said, while he was fucking Dina with the whip, and the other girl sucked his cock off.
He felt his nuts beginning to jump. The hot cream was gathering there. Any minute now he was going to shoot his load off. His balls felt like they would burst. His sex desire was coiled, ready to spring like an angry cat.
He began to shoot then as he kept shoving his cock forward, and the whip in and out of Dina. Dina's ass was tensing and quivering.
He thought that she was going to come too.
He suddenly began to shoot his load. He jabbed harder into Dina. Then she came. They came together with a long groaning desirous shudder!!!!
CHAPTER SIX
The commandos were in the beer room when Gustoff arrived there at dawn.
There were broken bottles all over the fireplace. The glass crunched beneath the heavy-soled boots of the men. The girls who were there were barefoot, and some of them were bleeding.
Two of the commandos had sabres drawn and were fencing for practice. The girls dashing between the blades, and ducking out of the way out of slicing maneuvers.
Gustoff watched the agility of the women with great appreciation.
They were scared but they kept on watching the blades and jumping out of the way. Their lives depended on it.
They were white-faced. Some of them clung to their tits, as though afraid that their tits might be sliced off.
Gustoff laughed with pleasure at the tortured women's faces. They looked exhausted also.
Gustoff said to one of the commandos, "Let me have your sabre. I want to practice." He took the heavy hilted blade and felt its keen sharp edge. It sliced the air with the greatest of ease. He started fencing closer and closer to the girls swiping at their asses and at their legs and tits, and watching them jump away as fast and as high as they could go.
The difference was that he sent them closer and closer to where the glass lay strewn in slivers.
They had to dance over the glass in order to get away from his sword.
The place began to turn red and glitter. Pretty soon he got tired of the fun though, and tossed the sabre back to its original owner.
"I need to sleep, for heaven's sake, I've been up for forty-eight hours, but I need someone to sing me a song of sweet dreams," he laughed.
All the girls quivered. The began to back away from him, each one more afraid than the next, of being chosen for some foul scheme.
"What would put me to sleep," he said, "was the sight of a girl lustfully sleeping herself on her nice little beddy-by." The women knew he didn't mean a word of it. He was just teasing them, and he had some horrible idea in mind. Nobody could figure out what it was.
But Gustoff knew, he knew his own mind.
"What I need is the swinging bar with the girder on it."
The commandos knew what he meant.
He pointed a finger at one of the men and told them to go get the equipment. A few minutes later the girder was carried in. It was made of steel and there were pulleys and ropes that hooked into the ceiling.
"Somebody get me Dina," he called, "she'll set this up for me right."
He pointed to another commando who disappeared at a run out the door. A few minutes later Dina arrived. He was glad to see that she was dressed properly for the ocasion.
She had on her over-the-knee skin-tight boots with the needle heels in glistening black.
No pants at all. Her naked ass and cunt hung out, the hairs catching the light and glittering like the slivers of glass on the floor. She had on a silken-black jacket with long sleeves and gloves and her hair was combed high and full and fell in a glossy long flow over her shoulders like a waterfall of gold.
She was so stunning he wanted to whip her ass right off then and there, but he knew that he better hold himself back in front of the others. "Go to it, Dina, choose yourself a nice little beddy-by playmate, and string her up for me. I want to see!"
Dina said, "I know just what you need, Gus."
"You over there," she said, selecting a girl with tremendous tits, "come here."
The girl crept over the glass and stood shivering in front of Dina.
Dina said, "Aren't there any shoes around this place? A girl could tear her feet off on all that crap lying around." Somebody produced a needle-heels and a pair of stockings and a garter belt.
"I need something else, too," Dina said, "I need a sleep mask." One of the commandos what she meant.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a black handkerchief with a leather band around it.
"There you go," he said, and from another pocket he took out a hood. "This completes the action. Let's see how you make it work, Dina, we're all watching you."
Dina handed the garter belt to the girl.
She snatched it and hooked it around her waist. Her poor ass cheeks were bright red and there were lumps and holes in them from where she had been tortured with whips and chains.
Then she pulled on the stockings that were given to her, and she hooked them to the garter belt. Over that she added a pair of shoes and stood now rather tall and straight for a girl who was as tormented and as worn out as she seemed to be.
"You're going to have a nice little rest, honey," Dina said, in a wicked voice.
The girl eyed the swinging girder, and wondered what was coming next. She began to moan low.
A voice trembled in her throat.
Dina said, "Are you afraid honey? What's there to be afraid of, a nice big girl like you."
She motioned to two of the commandos to come and help her.
They came over and applied the face mask over the girl, complete with bandana, head gear, and helmet.
Then they threw her horizontally over the girder that was swinging by its ropes and chains.
From the ceiling the rope with its hand-cuffs fastened to her arms, pulled back behind her back, made her helpless.
The legs were tied at their ankles, and also attached to a band that went around her waist. She was suspended over the girder in mid-air.
The girl's moans became hardly audible.
Her whole face was completely covered, and she was in total darkness Dina knew.
"Sleep well, my deary," she said, as the commandos laughed.
One of them picked up a little bit of leather thong and walked over to the girder and whacked the girl's naked ass, suspended in mid-air.
The girder began to swing. Pretty soon another commando came over and pushed hard on the girder.
The girl was swinging wildly around in the air now, circling and swaying this way and that way.
"You'll make her sea-sick," Dina said laughing, "she's going to puke inside her helmut."
The girls around the room continued watching, not saying anything, just waiting to see who was going to be victimized next. Gustoff felt that he needed more fun than this.
"Okay, Dina, I'm getting out of here."
She looked at him, waiting for his next command.
The room was hushed for a minute. Gustoff looked around him at all the faces that watched his.
Nobody breathed without his permission. He liked that a lot. He smiled at everybody with a wicked grin that turned everybody else slightly yellow.
They were terrified of him and they had good reason. Everybody in this room Gustoff knew had an experience with him alone. He had secret means of torture that nobody else could dream up.
Everybody had had a good taste of that torture, too.
"You coming with me?"
"I'm teacher's pet today, is that it?" she said.
He whirled upon her, and his hand lashed out and caught her across the face.
The five fingers of his glove appeared on her flesh. The leather glove made a loud cracking sound that he liked.
He whacked her ass cheeks, one after the other.
Then he spun her around to face him. He pushed his leather-encased finger up her cunt hole.
"You gonna fuck me in front of the whole damn world?" she cried out.
"You're asking for it, honey, you want to be humiliated."
"Don't you shame me, never do that!"
"That's all up to you. You won't obey my orders, so you're shit. You obey them, and you're queen. Understand?"
Dina pulled his finger out of her cunt hole.
The men were looking at her and sneering.
All over the place she saw erections poking out of pants.
Everybody wanted to fuck her.
She understood that in a couple of minutes, if she didn't watch her step, she could be the victim of mass rape.
She looked at the guys. She knew that Gustoff would let the guys do it to her. It would be just the kind of humiliation Gustoff would enjoy.
She didn't let the hint out that she understood what was in the guys' minds.
But it was pretty obvious as they began to close in on her in a tightening circle. Everybody wanted to poke her cunt open with his prick.
Gustoff looked around. He also saw the hard-ons.
"You guys got yourself a lot of action going," he said, "but you got the broads to screw also."
His voice was a veiled threat.
But they didn't back away from Dina.
A strange evil influence was floating around the room like smoke.
Dina knew what was happening. They were turned on by her ass. She was the most gorgeous cunt in the world, standing naked in the middle of all these guys, just looking for action.
She wondered for once if Gustoff was enough to protect her from such a mob.
She turned and began to walk rapidly out of the room, hoping that she could get out before anybody started after her.
Suddenly she felt somebody pinch her ass cheeks. She didn't turn to look, but kept walking faster.
And then another set of hands got hold of her other ass cheek. Then a third set of hands came around front and grabbed her cunt. The next thing she knew she was lifted high on a bunch of grabby hands. They all pulled her back into the great room.
She started to kick and scream, but it was of no use. Suddenly she heard Gustoff's voice and he was yelling his head off.
But nobody was paying attention to him this once.
The room was going crazy.
They had forgotten about Gustoff. There were too many commandos and they could really do exactly as they wished.
She hoped that she wasn't going to get raped, but what could she do to protect herself?
"Gustoff, make them stop, make them stop," she yelled.
He began to rage and carry on.
He grabbed up whips and chains and started lashing around the room with them. The girls at the edges of the walls just stayed where they were amongst the broken glass watching. They could do nothing else.
The commandos dropped Dina in amongst the middle of them. Nobody was paying attention to Gustoff, even though he was carrying on with his torture equipment.
Suddenly when nobody watched, he ran to a side panel and flicked up a switch.
The floor gave way.
Everybody fell with a clattering motion down into a pool of steaming water. The commandos started to yell and clamber out of the pool.
Dina had also fallen in, but he couldn't have saved her except this way, and she realized it. She clamored out of the pool also, and looking up at Gustoff smiled.
He looked down at everybody there, watching him now, as though he were a heavenly diety.
They were all stunned into silence.
"Get your wits about you, you bastards," he called, "I'm still running this show. I have more tricks up my sleeve. Don't you ever try this crap again with me. Understand?"
They had tested him and found that they were not equal to him. Thirty men and one leader. That was the way it would be.
Gustoff reached down and yanked Dina up by the wrists. She swung up nude to where he was.
"You guys find your own way out, you deserve the punishment of being left there like poached fish, for all I give a damn."
Dina sank into his arms moaning with gratefulness.
"I love you, I love you. You're the only one that's bigger and better than the mob."
He pulled her to him and raised his knee into her thigh. She felt the rough of his pants poking into her cunt hole.
For all she cared, he could screw her right now in front of the entire world. She was his, and his alone.
She opened his legs, and opened his fly. She sat herself down onto his prick. He began working himself off inside her.
Everybody down stairs was slobbering and jerking off watching them fuck.
Gustoff saw that they were jealous down there, and Dina laughed in their faces, as she screwed Gustoff and made them even more jealous and horny.
She was having her way at last. She was really bossing the world, second only to Gustoff in command.
With a great sigh, she realized for the final time that Gustoff was the world's best lover, and that she could be as powerful as he was.
Almost!
All she had to do was fuck him for all she was worth, and that she was doing now, until he came, and came, and came!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gustoff knew that he had Dina under his thumb finally.
He had the sweet cunt where he wanted it.
He didn't feel happy though, he felt angry, because he knew she would try and turn the tables on him, as soon as she could.
Dina was a realy cunty bitch. He had no intentions of playing slave to anybody, not even to himself.
The continual dual challenge that Dina gave him made Gustoff think up new tortures especially for her.
Plain whips and chains weren't enough for that bitch. He had other ideas.
He strolled out into the night and went over to the commando hall. In the hall was the main storeroom for equipment.
Some commandos were sitting around making out the strategy chart. They looked a little drunk.
Gustoff said, "I got to make myself a special machine for irritating a certain lady. Get me the keys to the storeroom.
One of the guys stood up, swaying slightly.
"So Dina's back," he chuckled.
Gustoff didn't reply. He felt aggravated that everybody knew about him, knew that he had a hard-on for Dina that just wouldn't go away.
"Well you ain't the only one that's made a fool of himself over some girl," said the commando, "everybody here has been in love with one stupid cunt or another, but it just doesn't pay, does it Gustoff?"
Gustoff didn't like the idea of anyone minding his business.
"Get me the keys and shut up," he commanded.
The commando knew when to let well enough alone.
He went over to the desk and searched around underneath on the shelves until he brought out a huge master key. "This is it," he said, "here."
Still chuckling to himself with the idea of Gustoff being in love he tossed the key over.
Gustoff caught it, making a mental note about this big prick.
What was a guy like this doing in his army? Of all places. Someone was slipping up somewhere along the line. He better find out who.
But he couldn't get his mind off Dina. That hefty cunt, those gorgeous ass cheeks, those tremendous tits with the bright red nipples, and most of all, best of all, that defiant face with its icy cold eyes that could look him down any day of the week. For a woman, she was the toughest broad he had ever met, and he really admired her.
The drunks seemed to read his mind.
"You better pull your cunty bitch in line," one of them said. "Any time one of those cunt holes gets the idea she is boss, all hell breaks loose."
Gustoff had a wild urge to smack this guy in the mouth and shut him up, but it wouldn't do any good anyway.
He decided to ignore him, but that wasn't a great decision either. Suddenly he had an idea.
"If you think you're so damn great," he said, "you come along with me and set up the torture machines in chamber X."
The commando's face went white and he seemed to sober up immediately.
Gustoff strode a couple of steps toward him and grabbed him by hair and pulled him into a standing upright position.
"I've been taking plenty of wise cracks from you tonight, more than usual, you better watch your step, and behave yourself, before I stop being easy going and good natured like I am.
The commando, quite sober now, looked at Gustoff with a flash of hesitation in his eyes.
"We never use chamber X more than a couple of times a year. What's up, Captain?"
Gustoff didn't want to give away his secrts, but he knew he had to say something.
"I'm going to let you be inventive and see how cruel you can make your thoughts. I'm going to let you put together a torture machine for the sole purpose of breaking the spirit of the toughest gal this side of the Atlantic.
Gustoff waited to see his words sink in to the wavering eyes wathing him. Then he continued.
"I don't want something so mean that it's going to kill outright. I want some things that's going to cause pain and lots of pain, but in a slow, nagging way, that will eat her heart out.
The commando thought about it for a minute, and then decided to accept the challenge.
Gustoff handed him back the key.
"Now go on, let's see what you can pull together."
They went along together down to the special room.
It was hot as a coal pit. The air smelled strange and sickening, like rotted flesh. There were no windows in the chamber, and the walls were made of rough, square-cut stones, uncomfortable in a way that would eat a person up gradually.
Gustoff watched his commando assemble his series of chains and balls and wheels, and when it was all in order, the commando said, "Now we got to try this to see if it actually works the way I'm imagining it will, because I can still make a few changes once I see how the girl responds to what's going on. Okay?"
Gustoff thought the suggestion reasonable.
Besides which, he wanted to get Dina hung up in some action right away, before she lost her cooperative spirit and decided to be defiant again.
"You wait here," Gustoff said, "I'm going up for the girl.
He hurried out of the room and stopped where Dina was staying.
He found her, as he left her, or so it seemed.
She was quiet, and pale faced. Not at all like her usual self, none of the steely spirit oozing out of her. She almost seemed asleep.
"Well, I've come for you," Gustoff said.
Dina looked at him and smiled.
"I've been thinking," she said, "that I'm just going to lose my spirit if I hang around a place like this too long.
"Why? What's missing? What do you need Dina, that you aren't content here."
She began to laugh, and he recognized the steely quality, which was characteristic of her, coming back.
He stepped forward and grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard. He knew what was coming from there and he wanted to stop it before she started to carry on.
But he was too late. When he grabbed hold of her she reached forward with her mouth and bit him hard on the lip.
He felt his skin open and a bit of blood begin to trickle out. He gave her a wild hard slap across the jaw and saw her face twist.
He wished that he had broken her fucking neck, but he hadn't caught her at the right angle. Even though he had surely hit her hard enough.
"You son of a bitch, you fucking cunt sucker," she said. "All I have to do is say one word to you, and you're off like a crazy mad man."
He jammed his fist into her mouth to shut her up.
She bit down hard on his knuckles.
With his free hand he caught hold of her cunt lips and squeezed them. She creamed and pulled away.
She lifted her knee but before she had a chance to catch him in the groin, he caught it and flipped her over.
She fell hard on her face on the floor.
He heard the breath go out with a large puffing sound.
He released his boot heel and dug it down into her one naked ass cheek.
Her face hit the floor then, and she tried to wiggle out from underneath him, but he had her pinned like a fucking insect.
"You have no real appreciation," he said, "for all my kindness. You treat me like I was dirt, but I'm going to teach you a lesson, honey, once and for all. I'm going to show you what pain is like, so you'll know to be afraid of your betters."
Before she had a chance to answer him, he grabbed her up with the fury of his brute strength.
He flung her over his shoulder, and clasped his hands around her thighs above the knee, so that she couldn't kick him, even though she was trying like hell.
He stormed out of the room with her, and carried her down to chamber X and inside.
The stench hit her nostrils. He felt her body go suddenly limp.
Then she tensed again with a new fury. The fury of despair and desperation and terror.
He recognized these symptoms in her and began to smile. This was good. This was better than what she had shown him upstairs.
He felt his cock beginning to come up hard now, and his balls ached.
In a little while she would really be turning him on good, the way he liked to feel around her body.
He set her down on the floor, and turned her to face the chains that were attached to the wall.
"See what's waiting for you?" he said.
She stared at the contraption not knowing quite what to make of it. She realized that something miserable was in store for her.
She could imagine what.
He grabbed her wrist quickly, forcing her arm behind her back, and dragged her over to the wall.
He sat her down with a thud on the low stool from which spikes protruded upward.
She cried out in wretched agony, as the spikes bit into her ass hole and the end of her cunt and the backs of her thighs.
He caught each foot into a metal cuff, and extended her legs from the side of the stool.
Then he took the chains and hooked them from the floor over her thighs, one for each leg, so that she could not lift them too high and get herself up off the spikes.
He rolled the rod into place over her waist.
Then he lifted her arms high and hooked them by the elbows to the wall, where chains protruded.
A set of cuffs completed the picture, they held her hands together.
Looking down at his handy work he saw that the strain of the speared ball that hung between her legs was just beginning to hit into her spread cunt lips.
This was good. He started the wheel spinning slowly.
Up and down went the jagged ball, tearing at her flesh slowly, very, very slowly.
He saw her begin to sweat, and he heard her moan.
This is going to do it, this is going to break her will once and for all, he thought.
He rubbed his hands together, and went to the rear wall, and just leaned against it and watched her.
Then he took out his prick and began to jerk off slowly.
He wanted to fuck her, but he didn't want to give her the satisfaction just yet. He had to break her down permanently before he would be able to screw her again.
He didn't want her to know how much he cared for her, that she was his one weakness.
If she ever found that out to be the truth, it. would be the end of his power forever.
He would give up a lot of things in this world, but not that.
No, he was meant to be the master of all women, and he intended to stay in that position, no matter what it cost him.
He had her sitting there for hours, being scraped slowly up and down, up and down, by the ball in her cunt.
He saw her flesh become red and swollen and more and more tender, and it hung in rags.
She was crying now, moaning and biting her lips, her eyes were bulging and swollen from the tears that came out in terror and pain.
Her hair was all matted and sweaty.
She didn't look like the same women he knew.
After a couple of hours, he decided to call it quits and screw her.
He broke her loose from the contraption, and threw her onto the floor.
She lay where she had dropped.
"Your too damned tired to move, ain't you?" he said.
She groaned and crawled on her belly.
He fell down on top of her and jammed his prick forward and shoved it in between her ass cheeks.
The sensitive flesh responded to the touch of his prick, as it reached for her ass hole.
She jumped a mile high, even with the weight of his tremendous brute strength. He began to screw her hot and heavy now, going at it with all his force, determined to give her one hot load of cream up her ass hole, so that she would know he meant business, and not try to con him, later on again.
He hated the fact that it took so much to make her submit and it felt like he had to devote his whole fucking life to breaking her will. She was the wildest animal he had ever known.
She was the most exciting, too.
His cock inside her ass hole was feeling better than it ever had inside of anybody else's body.
He felt that he was going to come any minute.
He felt his balls filling with come.
Pretty soon the come began to rise up into his tool.
He felt his load gathering force.
Then like a shooting cannon, it came out of him and went into her, jamming her with hot cream.
She was everything he wanted in a woman.
He just kept on shooting and shooting load after load, like he had never come before.
All of his body was in the throes of orgasm, and he was having a tremendous sensation, that felt like a whirlwind of sex.
He was enjoying it, and feeling the juices drain out of him.
He was an animal in a jungle, that could screw and screw and screw.
Then he had enough, and he pulled himself out of her.
He left chamber X and shut the door behind him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Gustoff couldn't help thinking back to what Dina was like in the old days, when she was at the top of her cunty form.
Those were the times when his camp was just getting started and he didn't have any commandos at all to do his bidding.
Guys he knew at the time had lots of muscle and brawn but he hadn't yet hypnotized them into knowing how to behave like an army.
Each of those prick bastards were still looking to make that on his own, without being regimented.
This would take a lot of energy, training a batch of men that would take orders. Dina at the time didn't even knew that his arms were starting to grow at all.
There were no uniforms then, either, but he liked wearing black shirts and pants and high riding boots.
The first time she'd seen him, he realized that she liked how he looked.
They had just past each other on the street. It was as simple as that. There eyes had met, but he saw more than her face.
He saw that beautiful body with the tremendous tits poking their nipples out through the thin material of her black blouse. She had the blondest hair in the sunlight, and steely blue eyes that were sexy as hell and hard as nails at the same time.
She had a walk about her, that told her defiance to the world.
She swung her hips in those crazy ways, and he could just imagine the cunt between those thighs.
He knew that he wanted to get at it. He could imagine how she tasted, and his prick was coming inside his pants in a second.
But she didn't slow down or try to flirt with him. She just kept walking up the street. It was just like her..
He turned around and started following to see where that crazy cunt would lead him.
He knew that he would go anywhere, just to get her and capture her.
He had a small leather thong whip in his pocket, and he wrapped it around his knuckles. Unseen as he continued walking after her.
Already he was imagining giving her a going over with the thong, and turning her skin to red welts.
He wondered if she would like that.
Well, she would.
She didn't look over her shoulder once, but just kept on walking.
The bitch and cunty cunt knew that he was behind her. She didn't even have to look. She was leading him a chase through the town.
He kept on going, and finally caught up with her outside of a bar.
It was the kind of bar that he'd gone into often, but he'd never seen her there.
She went in, and let the swinging doors go right in his face.
He caught the rhythm of it, and went in on a dare.
She reached the bar, and ordered a scotch and water.
He came up beside her and ordered the same thing.
She put her elbows on the counter. Only now, did she turn slightly to look at him.
"I'll pay for the drinks," he said, "and you talk to me."
She gave him one of her famous wicked smiles.
He saw the saliva on her tongue and the soft fullness of her sensuous lips. He could imagine that mouth going up and down on his prick.
He began to shiver inside in his pants, as his desire for her increased.
He could take her into the John and screw her right up against the wall.
She aid, "I'll pay for the drinks, and you talk to me."
He chuckled.
She was trying to play funny games, but he'd go along with anything to get her alone. Then he would show her what was what.
The main thing was that she turned him on.
He said, "How would you like to come and have a private drink with me?"
"Somewhere else?"
"Yes, somewhere else."
She got the message and she nodded. He didn't even wait for the drinks to arrive. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar and they both left. He couldn't believe his good luck, that she was giving into him suddenly, so quick he wondered what she was thinking while she was doing it. He didn't trust her instinctively.
When they were outside she turned into him, took his arm and said, "You want to know what I'm all about honey?"
He nodded.
"Then you better come home with me instead of me with you."
"You got things to show me, eh?"
"Lots, honey, I wonder if you can take it."
"I can take anything you got to give," he said, and he meant it.
She looked at him and she understood that he was serious.
He saw that she believed him too.
That was good.
"Okay, let's go."
"We'll walk."
He was glad and followed her eagerly.
She had on high boots and he heard the clicking of the heels on the harsh cement as they walked. It turned him on.
She lived in a fancy house. He was surprised. He thought she was a whore off the streets, but she wasn't. She was something special. He knew that the minute she pushed open the iron gates.
They walked up about five-hundred feet through a rock garden until they came to the big house.
"This your place?" he asked.
She smiled. She wasn't telling. She wasn't giving away anything.
He let it go. It wasn't important anyway.
He just had to see what was inside.
She took him in through a maze of rooms and he knew that none of this was important, just a front.
They came into a back room with the door painted black. He knew that the real McCoy was behind it.
He could hardly wait. His cock was straining against his pants with excitement.
She opened the door with a combination lock and they went inside. There was no light on at all. She switched on a bluish bulb that threw a dim glow over everything.
In the corner of the room he saw that there was another girl sitting in a funny position. He couldn't make things out in the shadows until he went up close.
Then he saw it. She was hanging from a swinging bar by a series of ropes and pulleys and her thighs were extended and held apart by metal cuffs at either end of the bar.
She was crying her eyes out, moaning with fear and terror and pain and exhaustion.
He wondered how long she had been hanging there.
Maybe days.
Naked as a jaybird, except for high needled heels, she swayed above a rod that had wild metal balls that looked red hot.
The sound of the chains and the ropes made a horrible noise creaking like a wild crazy animal as she swayed back and forth.
Dina took off her outer garments, and revealed herself in her true nature.
He saw for the first time.
Gustoff hard-on came up, even a couple inches beyond the straining it was doing already, when he saw the sight of her. She was dressed now in her high-heeled boots that went up to her thighs, practically touching her ass and cunt.
No pants on at all, but that bush of blonde hair sticking forward, proud as it could be, that cunt.
Above it she had on a wide girdle-waist belt made of the same black material. She also wore long gloves that went up to her armpits. Across her breasts she wore a very filmy halter of pale white material, that just about covered the nipples, but didn't really cover them at all.
He could see everything, there bright red points, their fullness.
She wore a beautiful gold collar with gold studs on the leather band.
Her face was a mass of fierce anger. She was the master in this situation, completely. She moved around with that terrible hypnotic stare.
So this was it, Gustoff thought to himself, with wild chuckle of delight. He couldn't have done better if he'd ordered it.
She was the greatest. She loved to torment women just like he did. They had a lot in common and he knew that he had to have her. He had to own this one, like he'd never owned any broad in his life before.
He went up to Dina and grabbed her by the wrist.
"You're just my kind of bitch," he said, "I'm going to make you a real woman."
She looked at him with a low laugh.
"You can't come near me mister, you can't touch me."
He knew she had to be kidding, or what was he doing here in the first place? Why had she led him on? She was torturing him and teasing him too, the way she did the girls, only this time it wasn't going to work. He realized he had to show Dina who was boss and then she would give in to him and be a woman to his prick.
Suddenly he released the girl and pushed her away in the corner. He grabbed what had been holding her waist, and he drew off about two feet worth. He wrapped it around his wrist and approached Dina with this.
He jangled the metal links in front of her face.
"You know what I'm going to do with this," he said, "if you don't behave yourself?"
She yanked the thing out of his grasp.
"You'll never win," he said, "I'm tougher and stronger, remember I'm a man."
"Doesn't mean a thing to me that you're a man," she said, "you damn cock."
He let fly the ridge of chains around his knuckles and caught her across the upper lip. Her face suddenly went to one side and then the lip came up in a puffy welt.
She staggered back with more surprise than hurt.
He caught her as she teetered over, and pulled her to him.
The waist band felt silky to his touch.
He liked the way her breasts came up against him and pressed.
She was all hot in the nipples, like two electric points.
He knew then that she was turned on for him, she just wasn't going to admit it, not giving him the satisfaction. That wasn't her way.
He liked the idea of her defiance, but she wanted to hold him off as long as she could.
He grabbed her gloved wrists and began to squeeze his thumbs into her veins and nerves just on the inside. She tried to pull away and couldn't and began to tremble.
He pressed harder and harder. She went down onto her knees.
It was the pain that drove her down, not any kind of submission he knew.
He let go of her and put his hand into her hair. He spread his fingers and grabbed hold of her hair tight at the scalp. He yanked her head back and looked down into her face.
Those steely eyes glared up at him. They weren't giving an inch. He bent down suddenly and yanked her up into his arms.
To his surprise she lifted her head up at that moment. She began to grind her cunt against his prick.
He realized that she was now cooperating because she was turned on, as hot as he was, and couldn't help herself.
They were like two animals and he loved it.
He yanked his cock out of his pants and jammed it in between her cunt lips. He began to bang her as hard as he could go, like an ape giving her every ounce of strength and juice that he had of offer.
She was giving everything back to him, too, just as much also.
She was grinding her hips a mile a minute and groaning into his ear.
His arms went around her neck.
She clutched his head and drew her mouth down to hers. She bit into his lips, as hard as she could, moaning and groaning into his mouth.
She was trembling and quivering and he knew that she was going to come any second. He could sense her convulsions on the edge of fulfillment.
He began to shoot his load. He couldn't help himself. It just came out of him. The hot come was filling her cunt.
She felt him coming and she began to shoot her load also.
He felt the violent contractions of her cunt milking his prick. She pulled and pulled on him, and he shot more juice than he knew he had inside his balls.
She was an animal woman, that could go on forever.
They screwed and screwed standing up. It seemed like an eternity went by. He said every obscenity he knew into her ear. She muttered back curses into his.
She wasn't giving an inch. She was just using him, making herself come, taking pleasure from his prick.
And he was using her cunt, taking all the joy he could from her body.
He realized that they were matched in cruelty and in greed and in selfishness and in sexual intensity.
They were made for each other. He knew that he had found the woman for him.
He wondered if she would admit that they were a couple.
When he was finished he pushed her away.
"Not horny any longer honey, are you?" he said.
She didn't answer him one way or the other.
She stared at the girl lying in the corner.
The girl looked peculiar not like she did in the beginning of the session.
Her eyes had a glazed expression and a weird smile crossed her lips.
Gustoff looked down at her cunt, and saw that it was all slobbered with juices.
The girl had come just watching the two of them fuck.
CHAPTER NINE
Dina awoke from a deep tortured sleep of nightmares.
She couldn't believe that Gustoff had kidnapped her and locked her away to rot and starve and bleed.
Every inch of her flesh ached. Her limbs felt like they were falling off.
Her cunt was swollen.
She could barely move her legs. With every step her ass hurt like a mound of burning flesh. She was on fire with pain and anguish.
Yet underneath all this burning misery, she felt a deep need for revenge.
She began to dream of getting even with Gustoff.
She thought of torturing him even worse than what she had received at his hands.
The trouble was, she needed a plan.
How could she even get started helping herself when she was at the bottom of such an outrageous pit, and alone too. She had no one who cared or who would help her.
She began then to think about Gustoff's commandos. Those were the only people around who were free to come and go at will in the camp. All the women were locked away, just as she was, and used up to a frazzle anyway.
Yes, the women were no good at all.
But the men, there was her hope.
Those damn blood pricks, she thought, I have to find a way.
She waited what seemed like hours, maybe days. She couldn't tell. Then at last the door opened and the commander came in with some scraps of food and water.
"What's your name," she said to him, wanting to stop him from just putting the food down and walking out again.
He turned and looked at her with a cold stare. He was as cold-blooded as any of them.
Still, she liked his looks. He was tell and muscular across the chest. He wore the black pants of the camp uniform, and she could see the outline of his prick, well hung.
She knew that he was horny:
"Commander Blue," he said gruffly.
He wasn't giving her an inch.
Suspicious as hell, and rightfully so.
Dina didn't smile, that wasn't the way. She scowled at him with as much strength as she could muster. "Do you know who I am?" she said, trying to sound defiant and proud.
He shook his head no.
"You've got a lot to learn, sonny. I'm the one Gustoff likes more than anybody.
He looked her up and down. "You look just like an ordinary cunt to me."
How was she going to get him to take her seriously. She raged in her heart at the insult.
"Well, I don't want that mess you brought," she said, kicking over the food and the glass of foggy looking water.
She saw him looking at her ankle and the long length of her muscular leg. There was admiration on his face.
"Well that's all the food you're gonna get," he said, "too bad you have to waste it."
"No, I'm gonna have better than this," she said firmly, the words lashing out of her sensuous lips.
Her strength caught his attention finally.
"How are you going to get better?" he asked.
His voice was a challenge, with a sharp edge to it.
She leaned back against the wall and took a deep breath. Her battered breasts rose and the nipples began to come to erection. She watched him looking at her tits appreciatively. He understood how much beatings she had taken in the past twenty-four hours or so. It was remarkable she had survived with so much strength left over.
"You're going to get me the extra food," she said, Her voice was mild, and her manner was insinuating.
She was promising him her cunt hole, and her ass hole, and her tongue.
He laughed at her openly.
"You'll get no damn thing from me," he said, "I obey the rules and my orders are to give you that slop I just did. Now get down on your knees and lick it up," he said.
She looked at him uncertainly, hardly believing her ears. "How dare you speak like that to me," she shrieked.
He took a couple of steps toward her, and removed the pocket whip from his pants.
It was a leather thong, with little bits of nails tied into it. The whip lashed out and caught her across the ribs. She felt the bite of a dozen tiny teeth into her already battered and sensitive flesh.
She made face, but no sound, trying to get out of the way of the lashing monster.
It came at her again and again, biting into her hips and her thighs and her ass.
"Down," he said, "down, go on and eat it you dog, eat it."
Finally she realized there was no way to win this game.
She dropped her hands.
She looked at the slop on the floor. It resembled vomit.
She opened her mouth and started to lap at the floorboards. She began to spit up all the stuff inside her. She couldn't eat anything at all. Finally she fell back fainting.
When she opened her eyes again, he was straddling her. She saw the two shiny boots on either side of her tits, and she noticed that there were spurs on the boots, too. She realized what he meant to do. Slowly he turned his heels toward her.
The tip of the spurs stuck into the sides of her tender breasts.
She folded her arms over her tits, trying to protect them from the grinding steal.
She heard him laughing above her, with a raucous enjoyment.
Suddenly she grabbed her knees and twisted herself up.
She bit into the backs of his thighs, one after another.
He stepped away quickly from her
"You cunt," he screamed, "how dare you do that. I'm going to fix you good."
He yanked her up and dragged her out of the room, down the corridor, and into another chamber.
She looked at the walls around and saw what was going to happen next.
She went pale with fright.
There were all kinds of steel bars high up on the wall, extending in such a pattern that she knew she was going to be suspended there.
Sure enough, he tied her arm to an elevating table, and standing beside her, hooked her into the different metal bars in such a way that ropes bound her arms and wrists. Ropes bound her hips and went around her waist, and caught underneath her cunt, slicing into the lips there.
Ropes tied the backs of her knees and her ankles. She was utterly incapable of moving now, and she was high up above the ground.
"And just to keep you from making any noise about it, you son of a bitch cunt mouth," he said, "he pressed a metal ball into her mouth, gagging off any further sound of speech.
Then he lowered himself to the ground and looked up at his hand work. "You look like a flying angel," he laughed.
She felt humiliation bum inside her heart. It consumed every ounce of strength she had. Even her wig was gone, and she wondered how long it had been.
Instead of those lovely long blonde tresses, she was just a mass of short black hair now, stripped away to nothingness.
A black circle of despair encircled her.
This was really the end of everything. She couldn't even use her wits now, because she couldn't speak.
What would happen next? What was coming? Surely she would die. She watched the commandos storm out of the room with large clomping boot sounds. The door slammed with a metal squeak, and she heard the lock turn over. Alone, totally alone.
She was at the mercy of Gustoff.
She waited and waited and soon she heard the sound of hope rising in her heart. Gustoff wouldn't let her die. No matter what else he did, no matter how he tortured and chained her, he would never let her die. Of that she felt certain.
And she was right.
In time the door opened and Gustoff himself apeared. He looked up at her, his hands on his hips.
"Well bitch," he called, "are you beginning to see the light of day yet?"
She couldn't say anything of course, only hang up there and listen.
"For once you have to keep your mouth shut, don't you?" he said laughing.
"Well, you have enough," he said, climbing up on the pedastal and staring her in the eyes.
She looked at him definatly again.
"Oh, so that's how it is," he said, reading her mind. "There is nothing I'm going to do to you, huh, that will teach you once and for all to behave."
He took the ball out of her mouth.
"Well, what do you say now?" he said.
She didn't speak. Her mouth was dry and her throat ached like crazy.
"I said, what do you say?" he repeated and slapped her hard across the face.
She felt the sting of his fingers across her cheeks and the humiliation burned in her heart.
"Get me down from here," she grunted, "I can't think a word. I don't have a brain left that works."
"Of course you haven't," he said, "you never did."
He was undoing the cords and ropes now, fragidly, one at a time, getting her down from where she was hanging.
At last she was on the floor, on her knees, sitting, because she could not hold her wait up.
"Commander Blue told me that you wouldn't eat the food I sent you."
"That wasn't food, that was shit," she growled.
"So maybe sometimes it's better to eat shit," he laughed, "than nothing at all."
"Not I, honey, I'd rather starve to death."
"Why are you so fucking proud?"
He lifted his knee and brought it up to her chin. She toppled over. She didn't have too much strength left. Only in her spirit, nothing at all in the flesh.
He dropped down on top of her wretched naked body.
He looked at her bruised tits.
All the cords had made deep bruises in her thighs. She was a mass of marks from bondage.
His prick began to stand with eager desire.
He wipped his cock out of his pants and pressed it toward her cunt.
"You gotta admit," he said, "there's something you will take from me, slop or no slop."
He was babbling with desire, making very little sense except that he knew in his head, that he was going to screw her until he blew his nuts off.
He began to pound into her cunt hole.
It was wet and juicy.
He couldn't tell the difference between sweat and blood. All he knew was that she was smoothe as silk there, a real slick cave that he wanted to fuck forever.
He pressed his fingers underneath her bruised ass and stuck his forefinger into her ass hole.
He pushed hard, and she lifted her ass high as he pushed forward.
She began to ground her hips up and down, first at his prick, and then at his finger.
All her holes were filled with him.
He began to shoot his load over and over.
There seemed no end to the juice that he could blow into her cunt.
He stared down at her, what a sight.
The bruises made him hotter than fire.
He wanted to beat and whip her down to the marrow.
She began to yell now, with her own sex desire rising to a climax.
Her eyes were shut tight, and tears squeezed out from her lids.
Her nostrils dilated.
Her lips quiverred with saliva resting on them.
Her tongue shot out.
She looked up, caught his head, and pressed her tongue into his mouth. He felt the slick movement of her quiverring tongue inside of his.
He ground down on her face. He felt the beating of her heart through his clothing.
She had changed from a monster into a mere bird, overnight it seemed he had reduced her to nothingness. He had tamed her completely. He had made her admit that she loved him, and only him.
He had made her admit that he was the master.
And yet, he couldn't be certain. He didn't know what it was about Dina that bugged him so.
She had a way, no matter how much he thought, she had a way of remaining aloof in him. She had faith in herself, that was it. She believed that he could dump all the garbage in the world over her head but she would still peak out from underneath and come out the winner.
Yes, that was Dina's way, and that was what he loved about her. That was why he knew that he could never give her up until he had convinced himself that she was forever his slave. That she believed she was his slave.
And to turn Dina into that into that kind of mass of quivering drible, was not to easy.
He knew that it would require every ounce of thinking to make Dina really concede he was her master.
He screwed her hot and heavy, over and over and over, until there was no more juice left in his balls. Then he got up and walked out of the room, leaving her where she lay.
CHAPTER TEN
Commander Blue paced around the camp thinking about Dina.
He didn't want to give her up, he didn't want Gustoff to have her completely.
Commander Blue wanted Dina for himself. There was something about the look on her face, and knowing that her tits rose challenging him, that set Commander Blue on fire.
He had never known a woman of such courage and such stamina, to take such a beating.
Commander Blue began to feel angry, wondering how he was going to steal Dina away from Gustoff.
He went into the large barrack quarters where the other men lived, hoping to find out something about the girl that would help him.
He got himself a whiskey and soda, and two chain whips, meaning to take out his desire on some other broad, if he couldn't find a way to get to Dina.
Any other woman would be second best, of course.
He knew a good cunt when he saw one.
But in the meantime, he had to have a way to release his load.
"Hey, you look pretty lousy," called Commander Black.
Commander Green laughed also. "Yeah, Blue, what's bugging you buddy?"
"Shut up and lay off," he said in a growling voice.
"Oh oh," said Commander Grey, "don't get snotty."
Each of the men knew better than to take out his frustration on any of the other men. That was against the rules. They were suppose to be together in a band armed against the cunts.
Commander Blue remembered the rules and said what was eating him.
"Oh Dina, yeah, she is a real hot cunt," Said Black.
Green added, "You should have known her in the old days."
"What old days?" asked Blue.
"When she was a real pack leader."
"You knew her then?"
"We all did."
"What was she like?"
"Oh, you'd never believe it."
"Commanders Black, Grey and Green each got themselves some booze and settled down for talking about old times.
"She was like a lash of fire," said Grey. And he continued telling the story.
"It was a couple of years ago, when Gustoff brought her in. But he hadn't captured her yet. She was just coming and going as she pleased, just as though she were a guy.
"She had these huge tits, you wouldn't have believed them. They stuck out like great baloons of flesh with these gorgeous nipples at the tips.
"And she had a mouth that breathed flames like a dragon.
"And long long hair, thick as a forest, that swung over her shoulders.
"She never wore much clothes. She wanted to flaunt that great body. She had mean hips, man, big and round, with a couple of ass cheeks that there that would make your cock stand up to the ceiling.
"And she was really a cock-teasing bitch. She walked around with her cunt sticking out all the time. You could see the fluffy curly hair cling to the sunlight during the day, and at night, the moon made it all pale white fluff.
"Everyone was crazy mad to fuck her.
"But she didn't go for any of the guys then. I don't know what she was thinking about, but she sure acted like a first-class Amazon Lex.
"I mean the kicks she got was from beating on women. And Gustoff was so crazy mad in love with her, he gave her her own quarters. Would you believe it?
"There was one cunt in particular that really drove Dina wild. She had a thing for her.
"Her name was Alice, and she had a mop of light red hair that matched the color of her tits. She didn't care a thing for Dina. That was obvious. But Dina wasn't giving up. She was demented about Alice. The woman raged all over the place, chasing after that cunt, trying to make her submit in her mind.
"That was the whole problem. Dina could beat her down to a pulp, but she couldn't make her admit anything like love.
"The way Gustoff feels about Dina now, is the way Dina felt about Alice then. Get me?
"I remember once going into the cold chamber, the room where the temperature is kept around zero.
"And there they were."
"Dina had everything going for her. She was dressed in that gorgeous black vest of hers, which her tits stuck out of like two big moons. She was in high stockings, pale grey color like smoke, high heels with sandle fronts. She held a long curlicue whip in her left hand.
"It was high now, so I knew that the moment I stepped in I caught her in the middle in the middle of beating this Alice's skin right off her.
"And there was Alice, on her knees in front of Dina. All tied up, her pink panty-hose, and the garters down to the torn stockings. Her arms encased in ropes and her legs ail wrapped up too. The ropes ran up around her neck and across her ribs and waist, underneath her high and mighty tits.
"You could see she had been crying from pain, and misery.
"She was wracked with torment and horror. But there wasn't any sign of fear on her face at all. No, she couldn't have been frightened by Dina even if Dina had killed her that instant.
"And Dina was furious.
"Her face looked like an angry animal, deprived of its joy. She didn't know what the hell to do to make Alice submit. She had gone as far as any human being could, but there was Alice, taking everything, like she was some kind of a super woman, inside that flesh and blood that was lacerated and swollen and bleeding.
"Dina looked at me when I stepped in and said what the fuck are you doing here?
"I didn't know what to say, because she was angry as a streak of lightning, and I knew she was going off her rocker any minute, from frustration of sex desire.
"I wanted to tell her that maybe Alice only went for cock, and that she better lay off, and find herself another woman, but I didn't dare say a word.
"Let Dina find out for herself the facts of life.
"But I wasn't going to leave the action. I was finding it quite a kick, just watching Dina work out with that sweet flesh in front of her.
"There was a little swivel chair at the far-end of the room where Dina probably sat and thought about what to do next to Alice.
"I went to the chair and sat down in it. My legs and arms folded.
"You better get your ass out of here," Dina shrieked at me.
"I didn't mind. I didn't budge. I knew my rights. I was a guy in the camp, and superior to Dina, no matter what she thouht.
"She knew my meaning, I didn't have to say it in words.
"She put the whip down and walked over to me and said, "Prick, stop minding my business for me will you, and get the hell out.
"Her voice was all shaky, and on edge.
"I'll go, I said mildly, but you're coming with me, Dina, you need a rest from all this crap. It's wearing you out to a frazzle. She didn't know what to make of me, whether I was putting her on or serious.
"She decided that maybe I had something there, however, and besides, I knew that she didn't want me to see her being humiliated by that bitch in bondage.
"The only way he could get me out of the room was by going with me, she realized.
"And so she came along.
"It was toward the end of the day, and the sun was going down. We strolled over the green hills where the new barracks are standing now, nothing had been built up much then.
"She had this fancy walk of hers, and she was flaunting her ass beside me.
"I was getting hotter and hotter by the second as we strolled along underneath the sky. My prick was coming up like a flag-pole and I couldn't hide it. I put my hand in my pocket and moved it around, trying to keep the hard-on from sticking out too far. But Dina caught it from the side of her eye.
"Sorry your balls are banging around, sonny," she said.
"I wasn't going to deny it. Besides, maybe if she knew I was hot for her, it would turn her on a little bit too. Which was exactly what I wanted.
"Yeah, I said, my cock is thumping really wild. Got any ideas what do do about it?
"She looked me straight in the eye. Her tits lifted. They practically touched my mouth. I began to salivate. My mouth filled up with water. I wanted to lean down and bite into those tits one after another. I knew they would taste real good. I thought maybe they'd even come out with a drop of milk, though I knew it was a crazy idea.
"Don't you think I'm a lesbian? How come I turn you on when you see that I dig chicks the way I do?
"I know everybody has got more than one side to his nature, you've got your black side, so have I.
"Yeah, you've got black side, she looked at me with no interest whatsoever. "I can show you, if you'd like?"
"She wasn't answering my wise-guy approaches. She had no intention of getting involved with me. At the same time he needed something too. I understood that. She was just flesh and blood, and she had to have her orgasm also, even if they came from nothing. Cock was better than
"Another thing, she said, "you're taking on a lot for the money. I mean, you know I belong to Gustoff, don't you? He's going to get mad if he finds out I've been fucking around with any of his Commandos."
"Don't you worry about that, I can keep secrete if you can.
"Somebody is liable to see us though."
"We aren't just going to walk into your quarters unnoticed by nobody. The grounds are creeping with insects like you."
"I heard the insult. I knew what it meant. She felt contempt for me because I was going to do something behind Gustoff's back, or at least wanted to. That was no real idea of loyalty.
"Where is Gustoff anyway?" she said, after a while of silence.
"Exactly, I implied, with new enthusiasm. He's out of camp right now.
"Going into town again for new chicks," she said.
"Something like that, I said. You know he always wants to enlarge his corporation, so to speak.
"I looked at her to see if I could get her angry or jealous or something. I mean telling a girl that her guy is out after new cunts is not exactly a compliment to her.
"She got my message straight and clear.
"Well as long as he's gone," she said, "why not play around a little bit. I mean we only live once don't we?"
"I felt I'd won, but I didn't touch her. I wanted to reach out and bite into her ass right then, except that it wouldn't be so prudent if she was right about people seeing us. I didn't want any of the guys to know. This was going to be our secret, a real juicy cunty secret between us two.
"As we walked toward my quarters I began to wonder if she would want me to whip her now, or what.
"I had no idea what Dina liked from a guy. I tried to imagine what Gustoff did to her.
"At the same time I looked her over. There wasn't a mark yet on her beautiful skin. No, Gustoff hadn't done anything. Maybe just bit into her a little bit here and there, but there were no lashes anywhere, no signs of chains or whips on her body.
"So I got the message. Dina was a virgin in the ways of torture. She could lash out okay, she was a real sadist at the business, but she hadn't learned to take anything. Was I the guy to teach her?
"I thought about it, and then I knew that it would be just putting evidence on her for Gustoff to find.
"I knew that once Gustoff chased the message down to me well, my life wasn't worth a nickel. He could cut my fucking balls off.
"So I decided what I did to Dina would be a hard lay, right in her cunt hole.
We reached my room and I locked the door. I put the key in a drawer. I took the telephone off the hook, pretending like maybe a cat had knocked it off.
"Well, there was the bed in front of us, and Dina didn't wait a second.
"She stripped her clothes off and crept onto it on her hands and knees.
"As she moved over the mattress I saw that high ass.
"I looked between the cheeks and down lower, and there was the cunt hole staring at me, all glistening and wide and pink as a cherry.
"My cock was standing up like crazy.
"I whipped it out of my pants and crossed to the bed. I didn't even wait to get undressed. This was no time to kid around. I jabbed my cock forward into her cunt. I hung on to her and we fucked like wild animals.
"I fucked away as hard as I could. I figured I would see my cock come flying out of her mouth any second. She just banged away back at me, flying her ass like crazy, hitting me harder and harder. Fucking and looking for orgasm.
"She was bouncing around, almost losing her balance, but I on top of her held her steady.
"I gripped her shoulders with one hand, and with the other I bounced my wait on top of her.
"We would have done better fucking on the floor, but neither of us had thought about it. "Maybe next time."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Commander Blue wanted to here more about the story. "What happened next?" he asked.
"Well," said the other one, "somebody must have seen us together, becuase it wasn't long before Gustoff got a hold of Dina. Now he had a real reason to start punishing her.
"Sure," she said, when Gustoff accused her of screwing around with somebody else, "sure," she said, "I'm a free agent, I'll fuck wha I like and you can't stop me. "Gustoff turned pale.
"Nobody had ever talked to him like this before, and he couldn't conceive of it happening.
"He had to think of some kind of wild thing that would teach her a lesson and nip any rebellion that she might feel in the bud, was what he had in mind, and to this he gave a great deal of thought for a long long time, because he just didn't want to do anything, and batter her around, and risk losing her. No, he had to convince her by impressing her with his uncanny ability to cause pain.
"What he came up with was a real nightmare. He yanked Dina out of the room and took her over to where the dungeon had just been finished being built.
"The first thing," he said, "I'm gonna muzzle you so you can't yell back at me and defy me. That will teach you lesson number one."
"With that he grabbed up a black scarf and wrapped it around her mouth. It was leather in the center, and the leather bit into her lips.
"Next thing I'm gonna do," he said, "is put this mask over your eyes so you can't see what's happening, and that will tear you up, and stop you from looking at any other guys forever."
"He snatched up a black mask and put it around her face. She made some muffled sounds, but already she was almost helpless.
"Now what I'm gonna do," he said, "is put a dog collar around your neck so you'll know you belong to me."
"He picked up a black leather collar with gold studs on it and hung it around her neck.
"And now," he said, "I'm gonna tie up your arms so you don't get any ideas about jerking off any other guys either."
"He found a large gauntlet, wide enough to hold a pair of hands and arms, that laced up the front. He laced her into it, and then tied it securely around her biceps.
"In the center of the room was a stand with some poles on it at the bottom, with cuffs at the end. They were for holding legs. At top there was a roller pin, on which he bent her body forward, so that her belly and her cunt was subjected to the pins, as the roller went round and round. It would really give her the business, where she was most delicate.
"With a belt, that went from one post to the other, he held her body in place over the roller. From the ceiling hung down a metal chain with a band, and this band went around her face, so that her head was held up, supported by the strength from the ceiling.
"She was naked with her breasts and hair hanging down, and there was nothing that Dina could do except to be passive to the torture that was going to be inflicted upon her body.
"Gustoff looked at his handiwork and felt satisfied.
"I'm going to leave you here to think over your sentence, Dina," he said, "and if you ever realize that you have made the biggest mistake of your life trying to screw another guy behind my back, well then there's some chance for you. But if you are so foolish as to think that you really are a free agent, like you said, then you're really in trouble, because you aren't free at all. You are my slave, understand?"
"Well, she couldn't let him know if she understood or what she was thinking because of how she was tied up, and the pain that was causing her to growl low in her throat and of course she couldn't see him and speak to him because of the way her face was all encompassed.
"Gustoff looked her over. He looked at her beautiful long legs, stiff and held by the cuffs around her ankles.
"She was wearing a pair of high high heels, and he looked at the graceful arch of her feet. Yeah, it was a shame that Dina didn't know enough to just behave herself. She could have really had the cream of the earth.
"He told her this with his arms crossed over his chest, but she still didn't know what he was thinking.
"He left her there for about a day or a half. You could see him walking about the camp in thought, lashing about anyone who tried to interrupt him with a question. He was merely all gone on Dina, and nothing else could occupy his mind.
"Of course from time to time he would take out his frustration on another broad, lash into somebody with a thong with nails in it or else he would just sort of cut-up a broad's tits a little with some prongs.
"However, he never got involved really with another dame. That was the thing. Dina was Gustoff's obsession. He was bound and determined that he would make her submit.
"Well, I watched him from the corner of my eye, but of course I didn't make myself noticeable. It was still a secret who the guy was that had betrayed him.
"We all knew of course if the guy was ever found out, he would have his prick and balls cut off, and that would be the end of it. So none of the guys told, even if they knew.
"Gustoff was all by himself in those days, nobody on his side, because he just didn't have a chance against so many guys. We all wanted to join his arm and be part of the pack, but we didn't want to tell on each other. The guys had to stick together, even if they were loyal to Gustoff.
"He finally got tired about wondering about Dina, and he decided that the time had come to release her and see if she had changed her ways.
"He went into the room and cut her free. She dropped away from the roller ball. She wasn't use to such things, and she fell stunned to the ground. But a strong girl like that hadn't lost all her energy, not yet.
"She stumbled down but then she stood up again and she faced Gustoff, and said, "You better let me go, because I don't think I'm ever going to have much good feelings for you from now on."
"Gustoff chuckled. Well, I guess you're just beginning to see what I can do to you if you don't behave yourself.
"She looked him hard in the eye, and he looked right back. They were really matched for each other then, and Gustoff knew that he cared for this broad more than for anything else in the world. Only how was he going to make her care for him.
"Dina, what was she thinking? Well, the rest of us could figure it out easy enough. She realized that Gustoff cared for her the way that she cared for Alice. Nobody was being satisfied in this kind of crazy circle. Nobody cared for the right person.
"It was as though we were in a hate factory. You just couldn't make it with the person of your dreams.
"Dina said to Gustoff, I'm nobody's dummy. I can see that I'm outmatched by you a thousand times. You have all the tricks and contraptions, not to mention the strength. What the hell can I do against you."
"That's exactly right. The thing you can do, though, is behave yourself."
"Well, you may boss my body," she said, "but you're never gonna control my mind."
"Gustoff didn't like what he heard. He lashed out at her with his leather glove. On the back of the glove were studs and he swung his hand in the backward gesture across her face.
"The studs made a dozen pock holes on her cheek. She didn't like that at all, and it caught her by surprise, even though she had been stunned from all the day preceding. She staggered back and Gustoff caught her and pulled her to him.
"You better learn to give up, bitch," he said, "you better start loving me and quick."
"He didn't wait for an answer. Probably because he knew what it was. He mashed his mouth down. His lips forced hers open, and then he jammed his tongue inside her mouth. It was a slick feeling and he loved it.
"Her body was beating against his. He could feel her hot flesh through the material of his clothing. Except he wanted to be undressed now. He moved her back at arms length, and said, "Bitch, I'm commanding you to take my clothes off. You better do it quick, and do it right!"
"'Dina was not a dummy. She began to immediately undress Gustoff even though her heart wasn't in the game. But she was just too beautiful, he couldn't bare to think about anything else, and he kept his eyes focused on all that lovely hair and those tremendous tits, and those happy long eyes that could encompass a man and hold him and make him come.
"He watched her hips swing as she moved, and those curly cunt hairs glistening with light. He put his hand down between her legs and squeezed her lips as she got his pants off.
"His prick was standing up to the ceiling.
"Blow me off, bitch," he said to her.
"He pushed her down then, and she fell on her knees in front of him and he steered his cock into her mouth. Her mouth and lips really knew what to do to a guy's cock.
"Maybe she was a lez, but she knew her techniques for making a guy feel like a million dollars. She began to flick her tongue up and around the head of his cock. The sensations quivered through him. Nobody could turn him on like this fucking broad. He watched the curve of her ass jiggle as she moved her whole body in rhythm to her mouth. She was fucking him with her mouth and using all of her energy to do it.
"She really had her heart in the job now. He thought that he would blow some cream into her face, and then he would screw her up the cunt and then up the ass. He had a whole scheme of action planned out for her. He was going to fuck this broad for the rest of the week.
"And Dina seemed willing. He couldn't figure out why but it didn't make any difference. He screwed her until he blew his nuts off and he turned her over on her back and spread her legs. He looked down at the glistening cunt. He jumped forward and pushed his cock into it. He knew that he had an erection that could last forever, and he began to bang her as hard as he could move her hips.
"She raised her legs in the air, and held him in tight, clasping him like a crab. She was banging her hips up and down madly. Whacking away, and screaming bloody murder how good it was, to be fucked like this. She was just some kind of a bloody whore, all of a sudden, making the best of it, and having herself a good time, he realized.
"She was the best lay in the world, nevertheless, and he just continued to fuck her and fuck her.
"Ohhh," she screamed, "it's so good."
"Then she began to shoot her load off too, quivering and convulsing in a large contraction. He was going to make her come until she died of old age. He couldn't tell where they were, what day or time it was. He just knew he had to keep on fucking her until he fell down on his face.
"He knew she felt the same way. They were made for each other, and he realized it. Dina knew it. It didn't make any difference about the chicks at all. Dina was really his broad first and foremost. He intended to make her his second in command above the guys, but he wouldn't tell her this until he admitted that she loved him. That was the goal of his life at that point."
CHAPTER TWELVE
It was the goal of Captain Gustoff to make Dina love him. That much was for sure, and everybody knew it.
But would she, could she.
To this day, Gustoff had been trying but without real success.
He looked at all his impliments of torture, and realized that Dina had survived them all somehow.
What was left?
Then suddenly Gustoff was struck by a diabolical idea.
Supposing he had a woman dressed up to look like Dina, complete with the same blonde wig, and have that woman torment Dina to the ultimate degree. Was it possible that Dina would succumb to fear and terror then?
It was worth a try. new.
The only trouble was, he didn't have any women who were capable of Dina's strength or had her deep rooted sense of cruelty.
He would have to get somebody new.
He put on his black trench coat and went back into town to find somebody. He went directly to the brothel house, knowing that the woman he wanted, most likely lived there.
The brothel keep, was a woman about fifty, a real sexy lady who understood his hot desires.
When Gustoff had finished telling his story, she lit a short black cigar, and puffed on it thoughtfully for a while, her heavy tits hanging low, swaying slightly with the motion of her body deep in concentration. She had been beautiful cunt once, and the remainder of that showed through, in the full luscious outlines of her heavy hips and strong thighs.
After a few moments of consideration, she said, "I have just the broad for you, Gustoff, you will love this one. She may even make you forget Dina anyway."
Gustoff shook his head no. The brothel keeper looked at him and chuckled.
"You single-minded prick," she laughed. "Show me the broad," Gustoff said impatiently.
"Come with me."
Cigar smoke trailed after her, as she led the way with heavy high-heeled steps through the house and into the left terraced wing in the rear, that overlooked the dense forest of closely planted trees, that nobody could see through from the road.
Gustoff realized that he had never been in this part of the house before, and he was becoming curious wondering what prize the old bitch had in tore for him.
They proceeded through narrow curving corridors, up and down steel wooden steps, and finally approached a plain brown door.
She took a key out of the pocket of her leather dress and fiddled around in the lock with it, until the bolts fell open.
On the far side of the door Gustoff smelled the heavy musky odor of cunt and he knew that he was entering someplace special.
His balls began to throb and his prick quivered. He felt a half hard coming up inside his pants, swaying slightly on the rise.
He looked around him and saw that the room was cluttered with female belongings of a very private and personal nature.
He stared at the different kinds of crazy underwear. The see-through silk panties, leather panties with barbed crotches sewn in, wild-looking brassiere, glittering with precious stones.
Then he saw implements that he recognized. Short whips with knotted tails, whips with metal balls on the end. He saw spikes hanging from chains and coils of heavy ropes. Among all of this, lay open bottles of perfume, as though some woman had careleslsy left her things lying about in the open.
"What's this broads name," Gustoff asked, somewhat interested.
"We call her Twilight," said the brothel keeper.
Gustoff grunted with approval. His cock was coming up harder now, fuller and longer, the shaft thick and throbbing.
Needles of anticipation played around his ass hole. All his muscles were tense and expectant.
But there was nobody to be seen, or no sounds of action.
"Don't worry," said the brothel keeper, "I know where she is."
They passed the suite of three rooms, and out another door.
Soon they came into the forest itself.
Gustoff was surprised to see a narrow clearing cut through the woods, just wide enough for two people to pass behind each other.
They went through the woods about fifty feet, and there was a low building. Gustoff felt the brothel keeper's attention fixed on that place, and he knew that twilight was inside.
She did not open the lock to this door, but knocked with heavy rapping knuckles and a series of short and longs, an obvious signal of some kind.
They waited a few minutes, while the brothel keeper did not seem impatient.
Gustoff himself could hardly wait.
Finally he heard the sound of metal heels clicking behind the door, and then the door opened.
The woman standing there startled him. He felt blood drain from his face.
She was almost exactly the image of Dina. His throat became tight and he didn't speak, but kept staring at her from his hard eyes, as though he was looking right into her cunt.
She saw him staring, and it seemed to amuse her.
Without taking her eyes of Gustoff, she said to the brothel keeper, "Who the fuck is this?" When she heard Gusto'ff's name mentioned, she seemed to recognize it. She inhaled slightly, and her enormous breasts lifted behind the satin covering, that revealed more than they concealed.
He stared at her erect brown nipples that pointed directly at him.
Her lovely tall physique seemed to be made out of iron muscle in the shape of a voluptuous woman.
"All right, come inside then," she said.
The brothel keeper did not go inside with Gustoff, but pushed him forward. He was glad that she was leaving him alone, and when the door closed behind him, he said, "So Twilight, I wonder if you're really as tough as she says."
Twilight didn't think she had to prove anything. She chortled with disdain.
"You caught me in the middle of something," she said, "want to see?"
Gustoff nodded and followed her to an alcove.
The room was tremendous and looked up into a torture chamber, complete with every possible contrivance of horror that he could imagine. Chains and whips lay about and hung on the wall. There were sabres and spears glinting in the soft light. He felt blinded by so much metal and his cock stood up fiercely, getting ready for action.
There were all kinds of rollers with spiked pins sticking out of them, and swings with electrodes in their metal bars.
"You caught me in the middle of something," she repeated.
With that she put on a black mask. She already had on gloves and the same thigh-high boots up the front that Dina liked to wear.
He followed her to where a girl was already in bondage.
She was completely chained in a bent over position. Her legs were held apart by two metal cuffs that clamped her ankles.
From the bar between these cuffs were metal links that went up, one to her face that was also covered by a mask around the mouth, which prevented her from shrieking out, the other end of the chain went up into her cunt, and then round into the crevice of her ass hole and up her back. .
At its highest point across her shoulder blades, a leather shaft had been wrapped around her arms. Both of her arms were sticking out behind her. There was another sash holding her together at the elbows, and a twin pair of cuff links were held high by a rope which went up through a metal circle for support and over to the wall where the cord was attached to another round bar.
The girl's panties were shredded to bits, and twisted around her thighs with the torn garter belt. The garter belt held up a pair of dark grey stockings that went smoothly down long beautiful legs to the needle heels.
Her lovely blonde hair fell forward somewhat masking the tears that were falling profusely from her sad and tormented eyes. Her breasts also fell forward, and the points of the nipples were sore from beatings.
Twilight was holding a metal poker that glowed at its point, fierce red. The poker was descending closer and closer to her prominent ass cheeks.
Twilight said, "She'll never behave, this one, once and for all I have to make her submit, subdue her."
Gustoff watched the poker closing in on the beautifull pink flesh that was lacerated with welts and bruises, blue, black and yellow.
He wondered how long the girl had been in this position, and he knew that Twilight was really getting a kick out of her authority. He could barely contain the cock in his pants and he whipped it out. Twilight looked over at him. She glanced at his cock and studied it.
"You're really hung like a horse," she said with an impressive tone in her breathy voice.
She put the poker down, and seemed to forget the girl for the moment as she aproached Gustoff.
"If you came here to fuck me, Mister," she said, "you're going to have to prove to me it's worthwhile."
Actually, he hadn't come for that purpose, but now it dawned on him that she had a good fucking idea.
He didn't explain himself or try to make her understand.
He just grabbed her roughly around the waist and pulled her to him. He was confident that he could force her, that he could rape her, if she didn't give in right away to his demands.
She made a slow growling sound deep in her throat.
Gustoff knew that she was beginning to fight him off, and he didn't give a damn.
"Don't be a shitting bitch," he growled into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you and fuck you hard, and you know it."
She started to raise her legs to hit her shins with her boots.
Gustoff knew the trick though, and he jabbed his fingers hard into her ass hole.
She was suddenly stopped by this, and began to moan.
He jabbed his cock forward and the head pushed into the thick curly hair of her pussy.
His cock kept sliding along her wet lips.
He felt the erection of her clit pressing down on top of his tool.
His dong just kept on slamming away, wildly.
He slid himself all the way up her as far as he could go, which was to the hilt.
She began suddenly to jiggle her hips back and forth.
He knew that she was as hot as he was.
Her breath panted wetly against his face. She grabbed him around the neck and clutched his shoulders. He felt her long nails, digging through their gloves, digging into his skin.
He was pumping her like mad now, moving like a piston.
The slick wet juices of her began to dribble out running along the shaft of his prick.
Screwing standing up was not something that he ordinarly did, but this time it was perfect, she was just the right height.
And she knew how to stand.
Her legs were wide-spread and tense, making a pivot point out of her hips. She was rolling those hips crazily, as though they had been oiled just a second before.
She had a smooth sexy action that caught him at the very extreme of his nerve endings. He was really feeling it, fucking this woman wildly.
He screwed her mightily, and began to shoot his load. He started to come.
When one long gigantic contraction started, she shot her load along with his.
Their juices blended thickly into one white glob, that poured out of her. The juice fell down the insides of her thighs, dripping to the floor.
He came and came, and finally felt the come drained totally out of his balls, but he wasn't sure that she was done. He felt he had to keep on fucking her for a while.
He started to shriek with ecstasy as her orgasm reached its climax point.
She just kept shooting and shooting, as he stood there with his erect cock shooting. It seemed like a hour before she was done.
When she finally lifted her cunt off his prick, he felt that he had a woman in this one.
"I have something for you to do," Gustoff said, "and I think you will enjoy it more than anything you have ever done in your life."
He was thinking of Twilight torturing Dina, and it gave him incredible satisfaction.
He could hardly wait for the two of them to meet.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Riding back home on the way to the camp, he told Twilight about Dina.
"I never met a dame I couldn't subdue," she said.
"Well, you're going to meet your challenge now," Gustoff said slowly, "now let's see who's going to be the winner."
Twilight smoked a cigarette in a long holder, and puffed away confident of her strength and charms.
"What are you going to do to her," Gustoff said, "any ideas?"
"Oh, I think the details will come to me once I meet this chick, but I have some things planned already."
"Like what?"
"Who says I have to tell you?" she chuckled.
Gustoff agreed. He liked the idea of Twilight savoring what was to come.
He himself could hardly wait to witness the scene between the two women.
When they went inside the camp gates, he drove directly to the house where Dina was imprisoned.
He didn't have a moment to waste.
As they got out of the car, Twilight said, "Let's see your equipment, maybe you don't have everything I need. I like special kinds of tools."
"Oh, we've got just about anything you can imagine, come on, I'll show you."
Proudly he took her through his rooms of torture equipment. She looked over all the metal apparatus, the cuff links with the metal teeth in them, and the whips and chains, the rollers, all barbed, the various bars hanging from ceilings, the metal heat-producing pokers, the electric gadgets that stimulated tremors through flesh.
"Not a bad display," she said, with her hands on her hips, and her ass sticking out high behind her.
"All of this is kind of complicated. When you meet a real challenge, you have to do it in a simple way. And that's what wins."
Gustoff nodded. He was impressed.
"So what do you need? What can I get for you?"
"Maybe I ought to meet this broad first."
"Face to face?"
"No, I'd rather look at her when she doesn't know that I'm watching her. It will give me a better idea of what she's like."
Gustoff led her to a wall that was mirrored on once side, and glass on the other. At a certain point in the wall, there was a place where he could see through.
"Here," he said, "look for yourself."
He watched Twilight peer in and observe Dina for a long long while. She seemed to be thinking intensely.
When she finally looked back at Gustoff, she smiled in a confident ice-cold way. "She looks a little bit like me, doesn't she?" said Twilight.
Gustoff nodded.
"You got the idea now, honey," he said.
"Well, I can manage this one, for sure. All I need is some plain cord, a bar, and I think I'll take that whip with the twine tail."
"Anything else?"
"No no, that will be enough, but only one thing more."
"What's that?" Gustoff said. "You'll have anything your heart desires.
"She's got to get out of those boots."
"Shit, I never thought of them."
"Sure, that's the secret. You have to strip her of her beloved boots."
"Okay, you can do that."
Gustoff got a pair of high-heels for Twilight to take in along with a garter belt, panties and smoke-grey stockings.
"Now I'm ready," said Twilight, "I've got everything I need."
Gustoff said, "I'm coming in with you."
"No, you better watch from outside, at first, and then you can come in later."
"I see, it must be the element of surprise you're counting on."
"Yes, partly that," Twilight said. She seemed to be warming to her work.
Gustoff saw the building fires of his enthusiasm, and he felt glad. He felt a wicked joy in his heart, and knew that the ultimate pain and torture was about to be administered, to the unbreakable Dina.
Maybe finally she would succumb and that would be the end of his challenge with her. He would be able to forget her, and begin to turn his mind to other matters.
But for the moment he was completely concentrated on this question of Twilight subduing the great queen of the jungle.
He stayed behind and peered through the little patch of see-through glass, as Twilight entered the dungeon room where Dina was imprisoned.
"Well now," said Twilight, as she came inside.
Dina lifted her head and looked at the woman in the long blonde hair, that fell so proudly down passed her shoulders.
Dina's face drained of what little color it had.
"So we meet again?" she whispered.
Twilight said, "Be quiet, no one knows we know each other." She made a motion with her eyes, telling Dina that Gustoff was watching. Dina understood, and then she began to cry softly to herself with icy trickling tears, unable to hold them back.
Twilight said, "Now the time has come for you to take off your boots. I told you one day that I would be your master, Dina, and here we are, together, with the tables turned. Isn't that strange?"
Dina said, "A whole year we lived together in that brothel house, and there was nothing you could do to tame me. I don't think you're going to win out now, either."
Twilight said, "You're hopelessly outnumbered, and you might as well give in. I have everything on my side at last, and I'm really going to make you into a bowl of jelly, my love."
"Never, never."
Twilight put down her whip and stepped forward. She began to unlace the shreds of Dina's attire. She got the boots off after quite a struggle, and made her take off the panties and stockings and heels. "Now you're just another chick," said Twilight, "see, I already have you demoralized."
Dina didn't say yes or no. She just stared at Twilight with a fierce intensity.
"Don't look at me like that," said Twilight, "you aren't going to melt my heart. I don't have one, any more than you do."
They were two cool bitches facing one another, and they understood each other's hearts.
"Now what?" said Dina.
"Very simple. I'm going to tie you up in the most uncomfortable position that you can think of, my sweetheart, and you will have time to think as I flail away at your breasts. Yes, you will think and concede that I am, in fact, master of women, and not you."
Dina didn't reply. She kept her thoughts to herself, but she was breathing hard with misery and anticipation.
"You don't even have your blonde hair, any longer," Twilight said, "how can you be a boss of women?"
She began then methodically to tie Dina up.
She had a diabolical style about her, knowing how to bend and twist joints so that they strained to the very extreme of their strength. She put Dina up on a wooden platform and took the rod that she had and bent Dina's knees back, fastening the rod along her instep, tying it tightly to both her closed legs with the length of ropes.
Then she took her arms and wrapped them around the pole, hooking them at the elbows in.
She closed the wrists behind Dina's ankles, and tied the ropes around her arms on both sides of the ankles, then she tied the wrists to the girl's waist.
It was a miserably difficult position to manage under any circumstances.
Most of Dina's weight now was on her shoulders. Her tits stuck up to the air and so did her hips and thighs and knees.
She was almost bent into a semicircular bow and she was breathing hard with the pain of this position.
"There now," said Twilight, "all comfy?"
She picked up the whip and swung its tail behind her hair.
The tail was so long it took a few minutes to come forward, as she snapped her wrist.
The tail whipped through the air wickedly with an icy crackling sound. The ends came down here and there, along the tops of Dina's thighs, and then slivered along her naked belly, up to both her tits.
Dina didn't make any sound at all.
"You're a brave cunt, aren't you," said Twilight, "but you'll cry out soon enough, you'll beg me to stop. You'll plead with me to give you a moment of mercy, Dina, because no woman can withstand the torture in my heart to give."
The wicked long whip flailed and flailed away.
Twilight sensed the strain in the tendons in the joints of the woman receiving the punishment.
Gustoff watching from his secret place behind the wall realized that he was witnessing a battle of tremendous wills, and he put his hand into his pocket, and he began to squeeze his shaft of his erected cock.
He didn't mind jerking off where he stood not interfering with the proceedings.
He didn't want to distract Twilight from her concentration upon the work-over of Dina, into complete and abject captivity.
Slowly, he saw Dina beginning to crack under the strain of her diabolically difficult position. Nobody could remain all twisted that way for very long.
Time went by slowly and Gustoff didn't care. He felt tremendous waves of satisfaction battering at him, as he saw Dina becoming weaker and weaker, breathing more and more heavily, as Twilight flaunted her strength madly.
It was a joy to see all those cunts and tits and hips and torment mixing all together. He started shooting his load, and came again and again and again.
Inside the room, Dina said finally, "I'm nobody's fool, Twilight, I give up."
Instantly Twilight dropped the whip and came close o Dina's face.
"Promise me you mean that?"
"Yes, I do."
"I take you at your word, because you're no liar."
"Only men are liars."
"Don't I know it."
Twilight began to undo the ropes and things holding Dina.
Dina became free.
"I'm going to tell Gustoff the truth." Dina said, "He'll never believe you."
"Oh yes he will."
"How come?"
"Because he probably heard you." Dina nodded, realizing it was probably true. "Yes," she said.
Gustoff watched the two women talking to each other, and he knew that he had finally won the game.
He had conquered the most defiant woman by surprising her with one of her own kind, fighting fire with fire and cunt with cunt.
Gustoff knew the secret that few people in the world really understood.
If you can conquer the female, and the cunt hole, than you had in fact conquered the world.
He sensed that the world was his now, and he strode into the room and looked at the two broads, waiting.
They were both slaves.
"Lie down, Twilight," he said. "I want to see you suck Dina's cunt, and when you're finished with that, I'm going to fuck you both.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Twilight was eager to suck Dina's cunt.
There was nothing like her juicy twat.
The girls were Gustoff s now.
They were his to do with what he wanted.
They were his slaves, willing and ready to do his bidding.
Dina was happy to cooperate.
She remembered the many times that she had made it with the sexy cunt Twilight. She knew that Twilight really knew how to eat a woman out, and that she would be getting a tremendous charge out of any sexual attention that Dina paid her. Gustoff was hot.
He had seen Twilight work over his number one girl from the little room outside, and now he was going to be right up next to the action.
He liked it that way!
Gustoff's huge fat juicy and ready-to-fuck cock was aching in his pants.
His balls were burning with come, screaming for the release that he longed to give them.
He knew that when Twilight was done eating Dina out, he was going to fuck the both of them, and fuck them good.
He knew that he would be given the pleasure of the two most beautiful cunts in all the world.
They were his.
They were his property.
They were his to do with what he wanted, and he was going to take the fullest possible advantage of that situation.
He rubbed his crotch as he sat against the wall, watching Twilight approach Dina.
The time for the live sex-show was at hand.
Twilight laid down on a large wooden platform that was in the center of the room.
She wanted Dina to work over her pussy, and was going to be a very willing captive.
She stretched out, spreading her beautiful creamy-white thighs fully apart.
Dina didn't waste any time.
Her sadistic mannerisms from the minutes just past, had worked her into a frenzy.
She felt her own cunt drooling.
She was eager to get at Dina, her one-time lover and friend.
She was eager to once again enjoy the many exciting things that the vivaciously beautiful woman would do for her.
She loved Dina, still, even though in a lot of ways she hated to admit it.
She had proved that she was the stronger of the two, on more than one occasion.
However, Dina's luscious body and free-spirit, were something that, without words, held her a captive as well.
She felt her knees grow weak underneath her as she neared Dina's outstretched body.
She glared at the full lovely length of her frame.
Her naked tits were huge and throbbing.
The bright pink nipples seemed fully erect.
They were almost speaking to her.
They were telling her to suck them, and suck them now.
Twilight knew that Gustoff was watching, and that only added to her sensuality in the whole thing.
She was not only going to please herself by pleasing Dina, but she was going to be pleasing Gustoff by giving him such a hot live sex show as well.
The combination of-all of the sensuality around her added to her already highly stimulated womanly body, and made her attack Dina with more gusto than she had ever been able to muster up before.
Knees trembling, tits writhing, and pussy dripping, she reached forward and began to toy with Dina's nipples.
She heard two groans simultaneously.
One came from Gustoff, and one came from Dina.
She was making them both hot with her actions, and that only increased her desire to be exciting.
It was more than just for herself, and she liked the feeling of power that this position afforded her.
She squeezed the tits hard, and then like the true sadist she was, she began to pinch the nipples.
She didn't fool around, building the pressure of her squeezing fingers on the stiff pink nipples, she went right ahead, full steam, and dug her extra long fingernails into the stiff flesh of the tits.
Dina screamed, a combination of pain and pleasure, as she felt Twilight's fingernails digging into her tender tits.
There was something about the woman that Dina could not resist.
She had a quality of control and power about her, that although they fought many times in the past few years, and had just finished still another battle to see who was the superior cunt, she couldn't help but loving her.
She knew her stuff, all right, and now she was once again going to have the special privilege of enjoying all that Twilight knew.
And that was a lot.
The two girls completely forgot about Gustoff, now, who was still considering himself to be the true, the one and only master over all of them.
He pulled out his cock, and began stroking it up and down slowly.
He had to be careful.
What they had done before, had made him hotter than hell.
He was already easily ready to shoot his load.
He knew that if he didn't watch himself, he would come.
He didn't want to come by jerking off, even though it would be a great orgasm.
No, he had these two beautiful cunts right in front of him, and to not take the fullest possible advantage of the situation, and really fuck the living shit out of both of them, would be nothing short of stupid.
Stupid was something that Gustoff would not allow himself to be.
So he continued to play with his cock, but very carefully.
He could feel the come burning in his balls, begging for release, begging to go flying up his huge thick cock shaft, and spurt out of the tiny piss slit at the very top of his purplish plumb-shaped pumping cock head, but he controlled himself. It wasn't easy, by any means.
Sweat was pouring from his body as the two girls continued to advance on one another, and he felt his whole body stiffening with pure sexual enlightenment.
He just had to wait.
The two girls, unaware even that Gustoff had whipped out his huge beautiful cock, and was jerking off while watching them carry on, were engrossed in what they were doing.
Nothing mattered to them but one another.
It was like the whole world had stopped around them.
Twilight was advancing on Dina more and more feverishly, and they were caught up in a whirlwind of sexual intrigue, a whirlwind that made them forget everyone and everything.
All they were concerned about was one another, and pleasing one another.
Dina, although from an onlookers point of view looked like the passive one, she was actually being the seductive one.
By positioning herself in the manner she had, legs spread wide, cunt dripping and thrusting upward, she was seducing Twilight without words, using only her body to talk.
Twilight was reading her body language loud and clear, and was taking action on the messages of sexual adventure she was receiving.
Twilight was not satisfied any longer with merely squeezing the nipples. She needed more violent action to satisfy her lustful sadistic cravings.
She started slapping Dina's tits.
Not gently, either.
She pulled her tight little fist high up in the air, and let Dina have it but good, right in the middle of her breast.
Each punch to her tits made Dina more and more excited.
Gustoff almost shot his load as he heard and saw the pounding fist of Twilight's sinking into the tender and mountainous flesh of his number one girl, Dina.
The fist sunk deeper and deeper into the tit flesh, pounding and slapping away mercilessly.
It seemed that the more Twilight slapped Dina's tits, the more Dina wanted her too.
She was not tied down on the table, which was a novelty in itself.
She was free to fight back, free to actually get up and walk away from the whole fucking scene, if she so chose.
But she didn't choose to.
She wanted the torture.
She liked the stimulating punches that were smashing her huge tits against her chest, torturing her flesh, sending sparks of electrifying desire throughout her young eager body.
Twilight loved the feeling of her fists smashing into Dina's body.
She liked to punch and mame and torture, and Dina was a good punching bag.
She always had been.
Twilight continued to pummel the prone body of the beautiful woman.
And Dina continued to respond positively, talking with her body, egging the sadistic cunt on to further and further levels of painful sexual attack.
Twilight suddenly tired of the tits, and moved on to other areas of the woman's tremendously well endowed young body.
She lifted her fist high in the air, and brought it crashing down right into the very pit of Dina's stomach.
Dina's automatic reflex action snapped her body up, and she doubled over in agony.
She moaned as the fist sunk into her soft tender belly flesh.
Gustoff felt a large goo of pre-orgasmic gism shoot involintarily out of the end of his prick.
This sex-show was getting hotter by the second.
He was beginning to wonder whether or not he would be able to withstand his natural male impulses to shoot his load.
Things were getting very exciting to his horny eyes, and he was finding it harder and harder to contain his need and urgent demands for orgasm.
He had to, though, because he knew that these two bitches were working himself into one hell of a frenzy, and he wanted to prove to them both that he was still the master.
He would let them play their S&M games, let them work one another up to an extremely high level of sexual bliss, and then he would stop the action, and proceed to fuck the living shit out of both of them.
That would teach them both who was the real master, and who was the real slave.
He had to maintain his position of power.
He could not let these two cunts take over his soul, which in a way was what they were seeming to do.
He was at their mercy as they continued to perform in front of him.
He was almost out of control, but he would not let that happen.
He could not let that happen.
The two girls continued to go at one another.
They couldn't have cared less what Gustoff was thinking or doing.
They no longer even thought he was in the room.
They were far too excited and worked up with what they were doing to pay him any mind at all.
Twilight continued to smash her fist into Dina's outstretched and pulsating body.
Over and over again her tight little fist smashed into the beautiful womanly body of Dina.
It landed everywhere.
It punched the tits, the belly, and then even the cunt.
Twilight rammed her fingers right up into Dina's cunt, making her scream out with pain.
She did not stick them in gently, as though she was going to finger-fuck the woman, but instead, she jabbed them in savagely, ripping apart the cunt lips, by-passing the stiff little protruding clitoris, and smashing all the way inside the warm wet cuntal passageway.
Dina screamed out in agony as the thrusting fingers jammed inside of her.
She felt the long sharp fingernails ripping her fucking cunt apart.
She thought she felt blood beginning to flow inside of her cunt walls, and she hoped so.
She loved it when Twilight made her bleed.
She loved it when anyone made her bleed.
Sure, Dina was a sadist herself, loving to cause other people, especially women, as much pain as she possibly could inflict on her helpless prey.
However, it was Twilight who was now being the master, and she was just the slave.
And she intended on being the most cooperative slave that Twilight had ever worked over.
Dina was going to let her do whatever she wanted to do to her, with no limits.
Dina almost had fantasies of being killed by Twilight, but shit, she thought, what a fucking way to go.
Dina's body continued to be pummeled and attacked by the eagerly sadistic woman Twilight.
Twilight felt her own cunt dripping wildly now.
She had never been as excited in her life as she was at this point.
It seemed that she would reach an orgasm without even touching her own pussy, she was that fucking hot.
She started thinking up more ways of torturing her beautiful woman captive.
She looked around the room, and saw that like most of Gustoff's torture chambers, it was well stocked with all kinds of sexually sadistic toys, or weapons, which was what they more acurately would be classified as.
She saw a huge thick black-leather belt, that had extremely tiny little silverish spikes all along one side.
"Don't move, cunt," Twilight screamed at Dina, as she left the side of the wooden rack where Dina was mentally held captive.
Dina wasn't about to move.
She knew that Twilight was headed for one of the many torture devices hanging on the cold stone wall around the torture dungeon, and she couldn't wait to see which one Twilight picked up to use on her.
She knew that whatever Twilight chose, she would soon be feeling the strenuous wrath of vengeance that flowed in the woman's sadistic veins.
No one, man woman or beast, could tame Dina the special way that Twilight could, and Dina was well aware of this fact.
She was hers to do with what she wanted.
Twilight grabbed the leather and steel-pronged belt off the huge hook that hung it to the dungeon wall.
In a flash she was back to Dina, ready to use the weapon on her beautiful voluptuous and helpless body.
"Now I'm going to teach you what pain is all about, you fucking cunt slave," Twilight screamed, so loud that her voice echoed across the huge dungeon room.
Dina shivered as she realized that Twilight was really flipping out. She was indeed going to give her more pain than she had ever before managed to withstand.
Twilight was out for blood.
Her blood.
And she was going to let her have all she wanted.
Not wasting any more time at all, Twilight lifted the belt high in the air, and sent it crashing down right across Dina's lovely tits.
The spikes tore into her flesh, and although they didn't actually tear the skin, at least not at first, they stuck into it savagely, leaving tiny little pin pricks all across the huge throbbing breasts.
Some of the spike-like pins, which were placed very close together along the back of the very thick black-leather belt, stuck right into the very tips of Dina's nipples, and caused her an excruciatingly painful feeling throughout her entire body.
Pain had never been so intense to the helpless woman, and yet she loved it.
She wanted more.
"Whip me, whip me, master, oh, Goddess of love and pain, whip me," Dina suddenly screamed, unable to remain silent another minute, wanting Twilight to realize how much she worshipped and obeyed her every command.
Twilight didn't need any encouragement to continue her sadistic torturing of the beautiful woman, but the words did add to her already highly stimulated state of being.
Once again she lifted the spiked belt high in the air, this time letting it come crashing down right across the fully exposed cunt lips of the woman.
Dina screamed out in agony once more, as she felt the biting pin-pricks of the belt slice at her cunt.
This time the prickly belt did rip her skin, and tiny pools of blood dribbled across her lower abdomen and her belly.
The sight of the flowing blood turned Twilight on all the more, and not hesitating for a single second, she once again lifted the belt, this time letting it smash against the middle of Dina's bruised belly.
The punches into the gut that Twilight had so mercilessly administered to Dina, had been nothing in the pain realm compared with what she was experiencing now.
The thousands of tiny pin pricks tore and ripped at her belly, causing little pools of blood to continue to flow.
Soon Dina's whole mid-section was red with blood.
The sight heightened the passionate feelings that Gustoff was enjoying, heightened them so much as a matter-of-fact, that he had to force himself to pull his hand away from his cock completely.
If he so much as touched the cock for another fucking second, he would have shot his complete load, wasting it, instead of waiting so that he could shoot it up one of the beautiful asses or pussies in front of him.
It took a lot of willpower to stop from coming, because the sight in front of him was getting hotter and hotter by the second.
But he managed.
He thought ahead to what it would feel like when he finally did allow himself the special privilege of coming inside one of the girl's vivacious holes, and that gave him the power to withstand this excruciatingly horny experience.
His entire body was on fire with the need to come.
His balls were aching, as if he hadn't come in years.
This was definitely not the case.
If there was anything that Gustoff was not short of, it was orgasms.
He probably had more than any one man alive.
However, as many as he had had, and recently, too, they just didn't let this particular session be any more easy for him to withstand.
It was like he had been locked up, hands tied, unable to jerk off for a year, and now he was exposed to the very thing that delighted and tickled his sexual fancy more than anything in the world.
It was unbearable, but he withstood the temptation.
He just fucking had to!!!
Dina and Twilight, still did not even recognize his presence.
All they were concerned about was there own pleasure.
They were caught up in a whirlpool of sexual bliss, and nothing or no one was going to detract them from that, and from their goal, pure heavenly sexual satisfaction.
Twilight now wanted to work over Dina's beautiful ass.
Twilight felt that Dina had the most alluring piece of tail she had ever seen on any woman, and now she wanted to torture the shit out of it.
"Turn over, you bleeding bastard, and stick that ass of yours high in the air!"
Dina did as she was told quickly.
She was beginning to feel a little faint from the blood that she had lost from the savage beating her master Twilight was administering to her, but still, that only added to her already excited level of enjoyment.
She turned over quickly, and lifted her round firm blemish-free ass high up in the air.
Dina was begging for it.
And Twilight was going to give it to her.
Twilight saw the beautifully curved ass jutting skyward, and she swallowed hard.
A large glob of gooey gism oozed out of her opened cunt lips as she stared at the ass, so willingly available for her to beat.
She lifted the belt high in the air, and brought it crashing down right across the bared bottom.
Dina let out a scream that echoed throughout the dungeon, vibrating against the cold stone walls, and sending piercing sounds of pleasure to both Twilight's and Gustoff's ears.
They both loved the fact that Dina was getting tortured, and tortured savagely.
They both wanted more and more blood, more and more pain and agony from the girl.
And Dina was going to let them have it.
She began to deliberately excite Twilight, by tightening and relaxing her ass cheeks, in a very seductive and alluring manner.
Twilight was outraged and excited at this show of seduction, and she smashed the belt down repeated over the buttocks, until like the front of Dina's body, the back was now also bleeding profusely.
Over and over the belt hit the ass cheeks, and more and more blood flowed.
Finaly Twilight had to move on to actual sexual contact.
She was tired from the beating, even though she could have continued for hours.
But she was too hot.
She wanted her own sexual needs fulfilled, and she wanted her cunt-slave Dina to do it for her.
"Suck my pussy, you fucking whore," Twilight screamed at the top of her voice.
She flung the belt across the room, inadvertently just missing Gustoff, who had once again slowly begun rubbing his cock shaft up in down in excited wonderment of the alluring scene going on before him.
Twilight moved to the head of the wooden rack where Dina was sprawled on her bleeded belly, and jammed her crotch right up against the woman's face.
Dina arched her tired neck forward, and with no further delay she shot her long wet snake-like tongue right up into the middle of Twilight's twittering twat.
Twilight quivered madly as she felt Dina's tongue probing her puckered pussy.
She began rocking her thighs forward and backward, shoving her cunt lips into Dina's sucking throat.
Dina loved the taste of Twilight's snatch.
She always had, and this day was no exception.
It tasted even sweeter and fresher than she had remembered.
Twilight had gotten very excited from the going over that she had been administering to her captive slave, Dina, and the juices were flowing readily out of her twat hole.
Dina licked them up feverishly, relishing the flavor and moistness of the cunt juices.
Over and over she sucked on the cunt.
The sounds of her animalistic licking attack were hot to Gustoff's ears.
He was now jerking his cock once again quite savagely, stopping every time he neared orgasm.
It was getting harder and harder to control himself, but he still felt he had to.
He didn't care if Dina and Twilight both came while they were fucking around with one another.
He would still screw them both, in any position or into any hole that he desired. They were in his castle. They were his slaves!
And he would not let either of them ever forget it.
As for the future, he didn't know.
He knew that Dina and Twilight might want to leave and go live together once again, now that they had been so stimulatingly reunited, but he would keep them there for as long as he wanted to.
If he had to tie them both up in separate rooms, he would do it.
He might let them go, but that would be after he had tired of them, and he didn't think that that would be for a very long time.
He had a lot to do with these two bitches, and he was far from finished his sexual attacks on either one of them.
But for now, he was more than content to let them have their way, to let them work over each other, and in so doing give himself a really great live sex show, a sex show which was rapidly bringing him to the point where he would no longer be able to control himself, where he would have to jump up, go over to them, and ram his cock into the nearest hole he could get his hands on.
That was only moments away, he knew, and he would wait, he just had to!!!
Dina was really sucking away on Twilight's pussy by now.
Twilight was feeling her own orgasm nearing.
But, like Gustoff, she didn't want to come prematurely and ruin the whole fucking things.
This was far too hot an adventure to spoil it by a premature orgasm.
She wanted to make it last as long as possible, Besides, she still had more torturous things to try out on Dina.
She was the perfect woman to release all of her pent-up sadistic tendencies on.
She knew that Dina would let her do whatever she wanted, and that knowledge excited the living shit out of her.
For now, she was content to let the fucking cunt-slave suck away on her drooling pussy.
Dina couldn't seem to lick up all of the flowing cunt juices.
Just when she had the pussy dried up, another large portion of gooey gism would shoot out of the seductive woman's hole, and once again Dina would lap it up.
Dina could feel Twilight weakening.
She knew that if the woman stood there much longer, and she kept tonguing and licking her pussy as feverishly as she was now, that she would surely bring forth the most violent orgasm she had ever seen in her life.
She knew that her willingness to give into Twilight, and the way she had let her work her over with the-belt and her fists, had brought Twilight into a higher level of sexual excitement than she had ever been in before, and that it wasn't going to take much more sexual teasing and stimulation to make the woman release her pent-up load of come in the throes of one hell of a violent orgasm.
Dina took advantage of her weakening master.
She jabbed her tongue in and out of the hole faster and faster.
To add to the excitement that she was giving the woman, Dina reached around to the bare buttocks of Twilight, and began to gently, at least at first, knead the round firm buttocks.
She squeezed the ass cheeks together in her hands, milking them, feeling them all over,-and then began to dig her fingernails into them harder and harder.
This was the first actual sadistic thing that Dina had done to Twilight since she had walked into the room.
Twilight had always been the one in control, she had one that privilege by breaking her down while she was tied up.
But now, she knew that Twilight was completely engrossed in sexual ecstasy, and she would be able to get back into some of her own sadistic fantasies.
It worked.
Twilight tightened her buttocks as the strong fingernails of Dina tore into her flesh, ripping the skin, and scaring the beautiful ass.
But Twilight didn't make the slightest advance to stop her.
She liked the pain.
She enjoyed the torturing fingernails as they dug deeper and deeper into her backside.
Suddenly Dina tired of the buttocks, and shot one of her long fingers right up into Twilight's ass hole.
Unlike her dripping oozing pussy, Twilight's ass hole was bone dry.
The fingernail forced her ass cheeks apart, and caused her an undo amount of pain as it shot deeper and deeper into her bottom.
But still she did not tell her slave to stop.
Instead, the feelings excited the hell out of her, and made her whole body shake with passion.
She thrust her hips forward, squeezing her buns together, trapping the finger-fucking appendage inside of her asshole all the harder.
Dina began zooming it in and out of her, scraping he ass walls harder and harder, especially when she realized that her master was allowing her the privilege of being a little sadistic herself.
Dina and Twilight were really going at it.
Dina stuck her own finger under her belly, and jammed it into her oozing cunt.
So now she had one finger up Twilight's ass hole, jabbing mercilessly, while her other finger was up her own cunt, bringing her dangerously close to her own furiously gushing orgasm, and all the while her mouth was still sucking madly on the luscious womanly cunt hole pressing firmly up against her eagerly licking lips.
Gustoff was losing his mind.
The sight of the two girls going at one another so wildly drove him up the fucking wall.
Once again he had to stop jerking himself off.
He was getting too hot, and he knew that if he continued he would surely shoot his huge pent-up load of gooey white gism.
He needed to fuck now.
He couldn't wait any longer.
He had been excited to the peak of insanity for over two hours, and he had definitely reached the breaking point, the point of no return.
He got up, and walked over to the table. He startled both girls with his presence.
They had been so engrossed in one another, and what they were doing, that they had completely and totally forgotten all about him.
It was as if he wasn't even there, or for that matter, it was like he never was.
It was like they were in a vacuum all by themselves, somewhere out in the country, alone to play with one another in any way they saw fit.
They had forgotten that they were in Gustoff's torture castle.
They had forgotten the cruel and sadistic ways of the man, and that he was indeed, the true, one and only master of the place.
However, his presence suddenly snapped all of that awesome reality back into the minds of both the girls.
"What do you want?" Twilight panted, as Dina continued to suck away furiously on her throbbing and still come-oozing pussy.
"Shut up, cunt," Gustoff said, and he belted her right across the mouth as hard as he could.
He hit Twilight so fucking hard, as a matter-of-fact, that she realed backward, and fell on her ass, pulling Dina's mouth away from her pussy, and her finger out of her dry burning asshole.
"Hey, you," Dina made the mistake of arguing, "what the hell did you do that for. I was just about to-"
Once again, Gustoff showed his true colors. He had let these girls play around for too long.
Now it was time to take charge once again.
It was time to put them back in their places.
It was time to show them what was what.
He slapped Dina really hard across the face, cutting her lip, and making it bleed.
Like he had done to Twilight, he hit Dina so fucking hard that she went spinning off the table, and crashed to the hard cement floor, groaning in pain.
The girls now knew that Gustoff was taking charge.
They knew that to fool with him, or try to outsmart him either physically or mentally, they would only be asking for pure torture in return.
No, they both realized in their own minds that it was time to recognize Gustoff as the one and only master, and to do his bidding without any form of resistence whatsoever.
They knew that to be good slaves for Gustoff, would surely bring them a great deal of pleasure, and not to would mean nothing but unsatisfying agony.
There were two kinds of pain that the girls liked.
There was pleasure pain, when they were cooperating with one another, for a sexual enjoyment, and then there was the type of pain that Gustoff could administer with all of his man servants and his torture devices when he became really angered.
The latter they didn't want any part of.
They had both been through enough of Gustoff's torture devices and pain-giving machines that they had had their fill.
They wanted pleasure now.
And the way to get it, was to give it to Gustoff, openly, freely, and as much as they could.
The two girls decided this at once, and set about satisfying their true master.
Gustoff didn't have to say another word. He had made his point.
He had shown them both who was the strongest master in the land, and that they were now under his total domination and power was more than obvious.
Dina proceeded to quickly lay down and spread her creamy white thighs. She reached up toward Gustoff in a motion that said only one thing-fuck me!
