Chapter 12
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.