Chapter 1
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.