Chapter 7
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.