Chapter 8
Gustoff couldn't help thinking back to what Dina was like in the old days, when she was at the top of her cunty form.
Those were the times when his camp was just getting started and he didn't have any commandos at all to do his bidding.
Guys he knew at the time had lots of muscle and brawn but he hadn't yet hypnotized them into knowing how to behave like an army.
Each of those prick bastards were still looking to make that on his own, without being regimented.
This would take a lot of energy, training a batch of men that would take orders. Dina at the time didn't even knew that his arms were starting to grow at all.
There were no uniforms then, either, but he liked wearing black shirts and pants and high riding boots.
The first time she'd seen him, he realized that she liked how he looked.
They had just past each other on the street. It was as simple as that. There eyes had met, but he saw more than her face.
He saw that beautiful body with the tremendous tits poking their nipples out through the thin material of her black blouse. She had the blondest hair in the sunlight, and steely blue eyes that were sexy as hell and hard as nails at the same time.
She had a walk about her, that told her defiance to the world.
She swung her hips in those crazy ways, and he could just imagine the cunt between those thighs.
He knew that he wanted to get at it. He could imagine how she tasted, and his prick was coming inside his pants in a second.
But she didn't slow down or try to flirt with him. She just kept walking up the street. It was just like her..
He turned around and started following to see where that crazy cunt would lead him.
He knew that he would go anywhere, just to get her and capture her.
He had a small leather thong whip in his pocket, and he wrapped it around his knuckles. Unseen as he continued walking after her.
Already he was imagining giving her a going over with the thong, and turning her skin to red welts.
He wondered if she would like that.
Well, she would.
She didn't look over her shoulder once, but just kept on walking.
The bitch and cunty cunt knew that he was behind her. She didn't even have to look. She was leading him a chase through the town.
He kept on going, and finally caught up with her outside of a bar.
It was the kind of bar that he'd gone into often, but he'd never seen her there.
She went in, and let the swinging doors go right in his face.
He caught the rhythm of it, and went in on a dare.
She reached the bar, and ordered a scotch and water.
He came up beside her and ordered the same thing.
She put her elbows on the counter. Only now, did she turn slightly to look at him.
"I'll pay for the drinks," he said, "and you talk to me."
She gave him one of her famous wicked smiles.
He saw the saliva on her tongue and the soft fullness of her sensuous lips. He could imagine that mouth going up and down on his prick.
He began to shiver inside in his pants, as his desire for her increased.
He could take her into the John and screw her right up against the wall.
She aid, "I'll pay for the drinks, and you talk to me."
He chuckled.
She was trying to play funny games, but he'd go along with anything to get her alone. Then he would show her what was what.
The main thing was that she turned him on.
He said, "How would you like to come and have a private drink with me?"
"Somewhere else?"
"Yes, somewhere else."
She got the message and she nodded. He didn't even wait for the drinks to arrive. He slapped a couple of bills on the bar and they both left. He couldn't believe his good luck, that she was giving into him suddenly, so quick he wondered what she was thinking while she was doing it. He didn't trust her instinctively.
When they were outside she turned into him, took his arm and said, "You want to know what I'm all about honey?"
He nodded.
"Then you better come home with me instead of me with you."
"You got things to show me, eh?"
"Lots, honey, I wonder if you can take it."
"I can take anything you got to give," he said, and he meant it.
She looked at him and she understood that he was serious.
He saw that she believed him too.
That was good.
"Okay, let's go."
"We'll walk."
He was glad and followed her eagerly.
She had on high boots and he heard the clicking of the heels on the harsh cement as they walked. It turned him on.
She lived in a fancy house. He was surprised. He thought she was a whore off the streets, but she wasn't. She was something special. He knew that the minute she pushed open the iron gates.
They walked up about five-hundred feet through a rock garden until they came to the big house.
"This your place?" he asked.
She smiled. She wasn't telling. She wasn't giving away anything.
He let it go. It wasn't important anyway.
He just had to see what was inside.
She took him in through a maze of rooms and he knew that none of this was important, just a front.
They came into a back room with the door painted black. He knew that the real McCoy was behind it.
He could hardly wait. His cock was straining against his pants with excitement.
She opened the door with a combination lock and they went inside. There was no light on at all. She switched on a bluish bulb that threw a dim glow over everything.
In the corner of the room he saw that there was another girl sitting in a funny position. He couldn't make things out in the shadows until he went up close.
Then he saw it. She was hanging from a swinging bar by a series of ropes and pulleys and her thighs were extended and held apart by metal cuffs at either end of the bar.
She was crying her eyes out, moaning with fear and terror and pain and exhaustion.
He wondered how long she had been hanging there.
Maybe days.
Naked as a jaybird, except for high needled heels, she swayed above a rod that had wild metal balls that looked red hot.
The sound of the chains and the ropes made a horrible noise creaking like a wild crazy animal as she swayed back and forth.
Dina took off her outer garments, and revealed herself in her true nature.
He saw for the first time.
Gustoff hard-on came up, even a couple inches beyond the straining it was doing already, when he saw the sight of her. She was dressed now in her high-heeled boots that went up to her thighs, practically touching her ass and cunt.
No pants on at all, but that bush of blonde hair sticking forward, proud as it could be, that cunt.
Above it she had on a wide girdle-waist belt made of the same black material. She also wore long gloves that went up to her armpits. Across her breasts she wore a very filmy halter of pale white material, that just about covered the nipples, but didn't really cover them at all.
He could see everything, there bright red points, their fullness.
She wore a beautiful gold collar with gold studs on the leather band.
Her face was a mass of fierce anger. She was the master in this situation, completely. She moved around with that terrible hypnotic stare.
So this was it, Gustoff thought to himself, with wild chuckle of delight. He couldn't have done better if he'd ordered it.
She was the greatest. She loved to torment women just like he did. They had a lot in common and he knew that he had to have her. He had to own this one, like he'd never owned any broad in his life before.
He went up to Dina and grabbed her by the wrist.
"You're just my kind of bitch," he said, "I'm going to make you a real woman."
She looked at him with a low laugh.
"You can't come near me mister, you can't touch me."
He knew she had to be kidding, or what was he doing here in the first place? Why had she led him on? She was torturing him and teasing him too, the way she did the girls, only this time it wasn't going to work. He realized he had to show Dina who was boss and then she would give in to him and be a woman to his prick.
Suddenly he released the girl and pushed her away in the corner. He grabbed what had been holding her waist, and he drew off about two feet worth. He wrapped it around his wrist and approached Dina with this.
He jangled the metal links in front of her face.
"You know what I'm going to do with this," he said, "if you don't behave yourself?"
She yanked the thing out of his grasp.
"You'll never win," he said, "I'm tougher and stronger, remember I'm a man."
"Doesn't mean a thing to me that you're a man," she said, "you damn cock."
He let fly the ridge of chains around his knuckles and caught her across the upper lip. Her face suddenly went to one side and then the lip came up in a puffy welt.
She staggered back with more surprise than hurt.
He caught her as she teetered over, and pulled her to him.
The waist band felt silky to his touch.
He liked the way her breasts came up against him and pressed.
She was all hot in the nipples, like two electric points.
He knew then that she was turned on for him, she just wasn't going to admit it, not giving him the satisfaction. That wasn't her way.
He liked the idea of her defiance, but she wanted to hold him off as long as she could.
He grabbed her gloved wrists and began to squeeze his thumbs into her veins and nerves just on the inside. She tried to pull away and couldn't and began to tremble.
He pressed harder and harder. She went down onto her knees.
It was the pain that drove her down, not any kind of submission he knew.
He let go of her and put his hand into her hair. He spread his fingers and grabbed hold of her hair tight at the scalp. He yanked her head back and looked down into her face.
Those steely eyes glared up at him. They weren't giving an inch. He bent down suddenly and yanked her up into his arms.
To his surprise she lifted her head up at that moment. She began to grind her cunt against his prick.
He realized that she was now cooperating because she was turned on, as hot as he was, and couldn't help herself.
They were like two animals and he loved it.
He yanked his cock out of his pants and jammed it in between her cunt lips. He began to bang her as hard as he could go, like an ape giving her every ounce of strength and juice that he had of offer.
She was giving everything back to him, too, just as much also.
She was grinding her hips a mile a minute and groaning into his ear.
His arms went around her neck.
She clutched his head and drew her mouth down to hers. She bit into his lips, as hard as she could, moaning and groaning into his mouth.
She was trembling and quivering and he knew that she was going to come any second. He could sense her convulsions on the edge of fulfillment.
He began to shoot his load. He couldn't help himself. It just came out of him. The hot come was filling her cunt.
She felt him coming and she began to shoot her load also.
He felt the violent contractions of her cunt milking his prick. She pulled and pulled on him, and he shot more juice than he knew he had inside his balls.
She was an animal woman, that could go on forever.
They screwed and screwed standing up. It seemed like an eternity went by. He said every obscenity he knew into her ear. She muttered back curses into his.
She wasn't giving an inch. She was just using him, making herself come, taking pleasure from his prick.
And he was using her cunt, taking all the joy he could from her body.
He realized that they were matched in cruelty and in greed and in selfishness and in sexual intensity.
They were made for each other. He knew that he had found the woman for him.
He wondered if she would admit that they were a couple.
When he was finished he pushed her away.
"Not horny any longer honey, are you?" he said.
She didn't answer him one way or the other.
She stared at the girl lying in the corner.
The girl looked peculiar not like she did in the beginning of the session.
Her eyes had a glazed expression and a weird smile crossed her lips.
Gustoff looked down at her cunt, and saw that it was all slobbered with juices.
The girl had come just watching the two of them fuck.