Chapter 6
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!!!