Chapter 4
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.