Damballah closed her legs around Sheila's face and closed her eyes. She lifted a foot and ran it over the black rubber corset. It felt smooth and tacky on her foot. She loved it.
She lowered her cunt onto Sheila's face and took her tongue all the way in. She could feel it diddle her cervix.
That was it.
She shook wildly as she creamed on her slave's face. Sheila lapped it up, incredibly turned on by the orgasm.
Damballah stepped back and opened her eyes. Her legs were shaky and she had to piss, all that beer ya know.
She stepped back over Sheila and covered her in steamy yellow piss.
It felt great, to Damballah that is. The heat of her urine soothed her loins and made her feel warm all over.
Sheila closed her eyes. She thought she was going to get sick.
"Here. A reward," Damballah said after she had finished pissing. "I know you're thirsty."
She put a full can of beer next to her and laughed. There was no way she would ever get to drink it, not with her arms bound high above her head.
It was cruder than pissing on the poor, thirsty woman. Sheila looked at her beer and cried.
Damballah headed upstairs, laughing the whole way.
CHAPTER ONE
The prison gates closed behind her and Damballah Okello lit a cigarette. She was on the outside.
She didn't look back, she just spit on the ground and started walking down the highway. Eighteen wheelers sounded their air horns and farmers driving beaten pick up trucks shouted obscenities as they passed her and she just kept walking and smoking and every now and again spitting on the ground.
When she decided she was finally far enough from the God forsaken walls of the Illinois State Correctional Institute for Women she turned around and put out her thumb. She threw her cigarette on the ground.
She had just completed five years of hard time for various accounts of assault and sodomy. For Damballah, the two went hand in hand.
She would have gotten out more than a year ago if she had behaved herself and even after being beaten by the dykes they get to be guards in these places and tossed around in "the pit" she was not at all interested in behaving herself. Not at all.
She held out her thumb and walked backwards. Her other arm was curled around a brown parcel containing the personal effects she had when she was hauled in five years ago. The important things, the dangerous cunt hooks and nipple piercers had been confiscated. All that was left was a plain gray dress she had worn to her sentencing. Five years. Up for parole in three. The judge said he was going easy on her.
Parole.
Huh.
For sissies and pansies and punks. The tough bitches, the really tough prisoners who took what they wanted when they wanted never got paroled. But while they were in prison, whoo! A tough girl with a penchant for other women could have a lot of fun behind those walls.
Damballah was the toughest cunt of all and she had the most fun. She was almost sorry to go. Here on the outside, all of the things she took so much pleasure in were pout of the realm of the norm and were quite punishable.
A second offense would mean a lengthy stretch. She didn't need it. No matter how much she had enjoyed prison, no matter how much fun she had brutalizing chicks in the shower and beating the shit out of them in the exercise yard, enough was enough and it was time to go home.
Home.
Twenty more miles down the interstate. Her thumb was begging for a ride.
It shouldn't be too hard, she reckoned, an attractive girl like her should get picked up by some yahoo redneck in no time.
She kept walking.
And the cars kept driving by.
Maybe she was still too close to the prison, no one wanted to pick up a con from those hallowed halls, no one that is, who didn't want trouble.
The Illinois State Correctional Institute for Women had the reputation as being the toughest women's pen in the country. It was maximum security and maximum brutality.
The parcel. Of course. Everyone who gets out of the pen always has a plain brown package under their arm. She thought for a moment about the dress in it and hurled it across the highway into some amber brush. She put on her nicest, most betraying smile and put her thumb back out.
Well, that was that. It was only a moment before she was picked up and it wasn't even a man, it was an attractive woman in her late twenties driving an old Ford Pinto.
Damballah got in and did her best to be polite. "Gee, thanks," she offered in a pleasant country girl voice.
"Where ya headed?"
"Jus' down the road, 'bout twenty miles."
They drove on in silence for a moment.
Damballah watched the woman driving and scrutinized her body. She was beautiful. In fact, she looked a bit like Damballah herself: she had long, dirty blond hair and a full, shapely figure. Her face was lovely with full lips and a straight nose under piercing, dark eyes.
"My name is Damballah."
"Oh." She had been daydreaming. She had noticed the similarities in herself and her passenger and was wondering if she had just gotten out of the prison, and if she did, was she a lesbian.
"I'm Sheila. Sheila Petersen. Glad to meet you."
"Glad to meet you-I was starting to think I was gonna have to walk the whole way."
"Oh, I don't know about that-shit, with all the horny old farm creeps drivin' around here you were bound to get picked up."
"Well I'm glad I didn't get picked up by some smelly old man who thought he might get over on me." She smiled at Sheila. It was a nice smile and she smiled back.
"Just get out?"
"Yeah. Does it show?"
"No, not really-I just figured, well, actually the lines on your face gave you away. You look a lot tougher than most of the people around here."
She smiled at Damballah. It could have been read as a sexy, suggestive smile, but Damballah wasn't sure and she didn't want to start anything. Not yet. She had just got out and she wanted to enjoy it before taking any chances. One thing led to the next, don't ya know, and that's what bought her a ticket to the slammer. She had already decided that there was plenty of room for fun and games on the outside, fun and games being a horrible excursion of brutal torture at the hands of Damballah, but she had also decided that there was no use in being to hasty and letting herself be controlled by her basest urges.
She smiled back at Sheila and they tooled on down the interstate.
Conversation was sparse, idle small talk about their small town. They pulled into Damballah's dirt driveway and coasted the fifteen or so yards to her beat up ranch house.
"Well, thanks ... I sure do appreciate it...." Sheila was very beautiful and Damballah wanted to have her right there, without some guard coming around the corner or some dyke inmate threatening to kick her ass.
"Say-I'm kinda dry. Mind if I come in for a drink?"
"I'm not sure I have anything. Shit. I haven't been here in five years!"
"Oh Christ I'm sorry-wait." Sheila reached into he car and opened the glove compartment. A sealed pint of Bacardi 151 popped into her hand.
"I almost forgot."
"Jesus. I haven't had a real drink in five years. Fuckin' A-c'mon in."
Damballah pushed the key into the door and gave it a twist. It was clogged with dust and she had to force it and then push the door in with her shoulder.
Damballah looked around her home. Five years is a long time.
Her eyes shot around the kitchen, over a sink filled with months worth of five year old djrty dishes and jelly glasses, past the leash dangling off the back door where her dog Rex used to live and they rested on the door to the basement, the scene of her so-called crimes. She wondered if her trunk of erotic oddities was still down there. The authorities hadn't found it otherwise they would have used its contents as evidence. It had to be there.
She smiled over at Sheila and said "let's have a drink."
Sheila broke the seal on the bottle and handed it to Damballah. "Cheers."
"It's good to be out, man." She slugged back a hearty wallop of the incendiary elixir. "WHOOO!!! Sheeeee-yit!!!! I forgot what this stuff was like." She took another gulp and shook her head wildly, her long hair flowing wildly.
Sheila took a healthy slug and put the cap back on the bottle. They sauntered into the living room and sat on a frayed overstuffed couch. Damballah lit a cigarette, "Fuck yes. Good to be back."
"What're ya gonna do?"
"Well, let's see." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a sheath of crisp new bills.
"Almost two hundred dollars. Jesus that's a lot of license plates. Fuck. Well, that should be enough to keep me going for a little while and then I guess I'll get a job. Right now I just wanna party and sleep late."
"I know the feeling."
"No, nobody knows the feeling until after they've been there for a good stretch."
"I was."
"What?"
"I did two years for aggravated assault. I clobberred some asshole with a beer bottle in a bar after he tried to cop a feel-you know-just some fuckin' asshole."
"Far out. Far fucking out. Parole?"
"Just got off. I'm clean as a whistle."
Damballah sipped at the rum and passed it back to Sheila.
"I got some grass. You get much inside?"
"Yeah, once in a while. It's tough. A lot of chemicals, all sorts of pharmaceutical speed and pain killers."
Sheila pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes and pulled a thin joint out from amongst the cigarettes.
"It's dusted."
She lit it with Damballah's cigarette and took a toke. It smelled of chemicals, the enticing and intoxicating blend of marijuana and PCP.
Damballah took her time smoking it for a minute. It was very, very good.
"I sure am glad you picked me up. Thanks."
"Don't (ssssssuck) mention it (ssssuck)." Her tits jutted forward as she kept her breath in. Damballah noticed her nipples were erect. And then she noticed hers were, too.
*****
The funny thing about angel dust, PCP that is, is that you can never anticipate how it's going to effect you. It makes some people violent and it drives others crazy and they think they can fly. It's wild stuff.
Sheila and Damballah sat there staring at each other. Both of them were thinking how attractive the other was, and how much they looked alike. And how much they really were alike.
Horny and stoned. It was obvious.
Damballah inched over to Sheila. Their knees were touching. They were smiling.
"I'll be right back."
Sheila watched her get up and disappear into the other room. She heard her open a door and then walk down the creaky wooden stairs into the depths of the basement.
Damballah cleared cob webs out of her face and pulled the string on the exposed bulb that was the light.
The place looked just as she had left it. She was surprised it wasn't ransacked.
She made her way through the junk, the old bicycles and the lawnmower and some empty gas cans and a crate of jelly jars. She found the fake cinderblock and with a little bit of oompff pulled it out of the wall.
There it was.
Satan's playchest.
That's what she always called it. It was an antique footlocker and it was filled with exotic bondage and torture devices, the likes of which had never been seen by the Free World. It was the kind of stuff that made cock rings and nipple clamps look like a Cracker Jack prize.
This was a whole different ball game.
She reached deeper into the wall and pulled out a heavy burlap sack. More of the same plus a very special assortment of black rubber apparel. She smiled a stoned smile. She hadn't worn that stuff in five long years.
She looked over her shoulder to see if the iron wristlets were still hanging from the wall.
"Fucking country cops aren't too smart," she mumbled as she opened the burlap sack. She pulled out a black rubber corset with two hooks for someone's cuntlips hanging off the bottom. She smiled to herself and went upstairs.
"Well, what's up?"
"I just wanted to look around-see if everything was still intact. I guess everything is OK."
"Good."
Sheila leaned forward and kissed Damballah on the mouth without warning.
Damballah pulled her close and ran her tongue into Sheila's mouth. They fell down onto the floor, their bodies close together and they French kissed passionately, fueled by dope and booze and what seemed like fate. Sheila thought it must be fate to find Damballah, just the kind of person she had been yearning for, in the middle of goddam Illinois far from any metropolis Babylon.
Their blue jeans were getting wet around their crotches, their bodies reacting to each other's fine touch.
Sheila pulled her new friends shirt over her head and was amazed at the fullness of her tits. They were positively gorgeous.
She put her mouth on one and her hand on the other.
"I like it rough."
Sheila pressed hard into her breast and sucked the other one ferociously. Her teeth rubbed hard over her nipple and her tongue pushed her tiny erect knob into her breast.
"Mmmmmmm ... "
Damballah pushed her away, gently, and took Sheila's shirt off. Her breasts were just as full, just as wonderful. Damballah pinched her nipples hard.
"Oh ... "
Damballah jerked her head around and looked over her shoulder. "What is it?!!!"
"N-n-nothing. I'm just nervous. I guess I was in the hole for too long."
"Relax. This is your house. We're safe."
"Yeah. I guess so."
Damballah looked at her lover. She was a dream.
Hell--the whole afternoon had been a dream, from the moment she heard the gates close behind her to right now, through as bottle of strong liquor and a powerful joint and a good woman ta boot. And the cache of special toys in the cellar. It was a dream alright, but soon it would turn into the ugliest nightmare for Sheila, the poor, horny young woman, an ex-con like Damballah. She should have known better.
She should have known better than to pick up someone just released from there. Who knew what kind of sickos they were?
And she should have known better than to feed a stranger-and a convicted felon for chrissakes-booze and dusted joints.
She should have known better.
Damballah looked at Sheila and her brain lit up like a Christmas tree. Maybe it was the drugs, maybe it was Damballah's evil nature, probably it was a little of both. She delivered a powerful right hook to Sheila's chin.
It was right on the money and she was out like a light.
*****
"AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Sheila came to feeling the most excrutiating pain she had ever imagined. It was coming from her cunt.
Damballah stepped back and admired her prisoner. She looked great-her tits were full as ever, pushed up by the black rubber corset. Her hands were high above her head firmly locked in the iron bracelets.
And at the bottom of the corset, between poor Sheila's lovely, long legs and meaty thighs were two cruel metal hooks, actually piercing her labia.
It hurt like hell but the idea of having pierced cuntlips appealed to Sheila ... somehow-it was erotic and indeed, exotic. It amounted to a surprisingly powerful turn on.
"I'm glad you shaved your pussy, darling."
Damballah was naked save for knee high rubber boots. The heels looked dangerous. And they were alluring-even through her pain Sheila couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of the Damballah naked before her.
And then she noticed that Damballah's cunt flaps were also pierced. It wasn't a glaring hole or anything, but they had definitely been pierced. Like ears.
Sheila noticed that Damballah's labia seemed stretched out. It looked like a small sleeve.
Sheila was still screaming-shaking and writhing trying to ease the pain. It was no use. And the damndest thing, the one thing that she couldn't hide and felt ashamed of, was her stiff nipples.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!!!" There were tears in her eyes.
Damballah just looked at her. For five years she had yearned for this, yearned to play out her wildest, most erotic fetishistic fantasies.
"SHUT UP!!!!!"
Sheila's face was tight with pain. Damballah spit on her.
"Fuck. Sit and stew, bitch. Didn't your mother ever tell you not to pick up hitch hikers? And right by the prison. Tsk, tsk, darling ... I'm going to get some beer. Shit. Five years without suds. "
She turned around on her heels and went up the stairs without looking back. Sheila heard the latch slide shut.
Damballah pulled off her boots and slipped into her sneakers and blue jeans and t-shirt. She found Sheila's keys and took her car.
She whistled the whole way. She was as happy as a goddam clam.
Only out of jail an hour and already she had a priceless slave and a car. Fuckin-A. She was on her way up.
She was undressed about a hundred times in thirty seconds by a dozen factory workers drinking cheap beer at the bar. She smiled at them and got her sixpack and was gone. She could here them make lewd comments as she left. Fuckers.
She really hated men. They were bastards, all of them. The one man who she had been close to had really messed up her life. He got her pregnant and then disappeared. Bastard. Damballah had to hitchhike a thousand miles to El Paso and then over the border to get an abortion. She bled all the way home and stunk up the Greyhound bus she was on with her foul smelling, dark, dark blood.
She gulped a beer down on the way back and tossed the can out on the interstate. Ah, to be free.
She kicked open her door and headed for the basement.
"You must be thirsty, darling ... "
Sheila nodded yes. Her throat was painfully dry and sore from screaming.
Damballah shook up a can of beer and opened it in Sheila's face.
"HA, HA, HAH"
Sheila was crying now. Damballah gulped at the rest of the beer and dropped the can. The beer had splashed all over her body and it glistened on her breasts.
Damballah pulled up an old wooden crate and sat down and finished the beer and opened another one and drank that one, too.
"Anybody gonna miss you?"
She shook her head.
"Good. Then you'll be staying for a while?" Sheila just sobbed and Damballah spit on her. "Cut it the fuck out. I'm just starting to have fun, darling, don't spoil it by being a cry baby."
Damballah stood up and reeled back nearly crashing into the crate of jelly jars. She was drunk.
She peeled off her clothes and stood with her legs spread wide over Sheila's face.
"Eat me."
Sheila pushed her mouth up against Damballah's slit and began to eat her out. She had such a lovely pussy it was a shame that she had to enjoy it like this, with her own pussy in such agonizing pain.
"Ahh ... That's it. Done this much before, darling?"
Sheila ran her tongue in circles around Damballah's clit and slid her tongue straight into her tunnel. She was enjoying it. She was eager to make love to her new master and she wasn't sure why. Somehow she was incredibly excited. Oh she hurt, all right, but Jesus! She was so fucking beautiful and demanding.
A helluva woman, really.
"Mmmmm ... "
She was bringing Damballah to orgasm. She shoved her face harder into her cunt and forced her tongue in deeper. She was fucking her quickly with her long pink muscle and was lapping up Damballah's tangy honey.
"Ohhhhh, yes ... "
Damballah fingered her own tits, squeezing and pinching and twisting her dark nipples into spirals of erotic agony.
She closed her legs around Sheila's face and closed her eyes. She lifted a foot and ran it over the black rubber corset. It felt smooth and tacky on her foot. She loved it.
She lowered her cunt onto Sheila's face and took her tongue all the way in. She could feel it diddle her cervix.
That was it.
She shook wildly as she creamed on her slave's face. Sheila lapped it up, incredibly turned on by the orgasm.
Damballah stepped back and opened her eyes. Her legs were shaky and she had to piss, all that beer ya know.
She stepped back over Sheila and covered her in steamy yellow piss.
It felt great, to Damballah that is. The heat of her urine soothed her loins and made her feel warm al over.
Sheila closed her eyes. She thought she was going to get sick.
"Here. A reward," Damballah said after she had finished pissing. "I know you're thirsty."
She put a full can of beer next to her and laughed. There was no way she would ever get to drink it, not with her arms bound high above her head.
It was cruder than pissing on the poor, thirsty woman. Sheila looked at her beer and cried.
Damballah headed upstairs, laughing the whole way.
CHAPTER TWO
Damballah woke up with a crashing hangover. "Jesus." Her head was pounding. She staggered to her kitchen and pulled the last beer from the refridgerator. It went down nice and easy and she began to feel better at once.
She dragged herself to her bathroom and turned the shower on. It had been a long time since she took a shower by herself and it was going to be wonderful.
She climbed in, still drinking her beer, and closed her eyes letting the hot water careen over her naked body.
"Ahhhh ... "
No bull dykes to look over your shoulder for, no creepy guards getting off on watching you bathe, no chance of getting into a fistlight and having your head pounded into the tile floor.
One of the most vivid images of prison for Damballah had been watching some young punk get her head pounded repeatedly against the wall in the shower.
It wasn't the violence of it all, she had seen plenty of people get the fuck beat out of them and she had joined in plenty of times herself. NO, it was the sight of the dark blood spiraling around the drain. It was somehow sexual and frightening. It had reminded Damballah of her awful time South of the border. It remined her of the foul blood eddying around her own drain, her blood, bought for thirty American dollars and her gestating child.
Bastard. Fucking greasy spic with beady eyes. He smelled bad, too. Thinking back, she felt she must have been one scared and crazy kid to get an abortion from some sleazy Mexican.
He put her out with ether, raw and probably stolen from his son's chemistry set. And then he used the equivalent of a coat hanger on her and was none too gentle ripping the fetus out of her womb.
She remembered coming to in a dark examintion room, groggy and confused and hustled the hell put of there moments after she had opened her eyes. She used her last twenty bucks for a bus ticket and a pint of whiskey and headed home stinking of sweat and booze and the foul smell of an abortion mingling with the stench of a two-bit border town. It was miserable.
That was all behind her now. So was prison, knock on wood. From here on in she was going to stay on top of things. She was gonna stay out of trouble with the law a she was gonna have a good time.
She drank the rest of the beer, toasting herself and her new life on the outside.
"Ahhhh ... "
Nothing like drinking cold beer in a hot shower. It's one of life's greatest pleasures.
*****
Damballah rummaged through her old things and found some clothes. She slipped into a pair of cut-off jeans and a paint splattered white t-shirt and stuffed her hair under a straw cowboy hat.
She looked great, a sexy country girl. She could be in Sam Shepard's next play, or even be his next wife.
She pulled on her old cowboy boots and she was ready to go. She really did look fantastic with those boots and shorts and her hair pushed up, a real dick throb.
She moseyed out of the house and admired the new day. She took a deep breath and got in Sheila's car and headed for town.
At some formica lunch counter on Main Street she enjoyed her first good meal in five years. She had eggs-real eggs-wheat toast, bacon, home fries, orange juice and plenty of coffee. She sat and smoked and thumbed through the morning paper and goddam if someone was going to tell her to move. It was a wonderful feeling.
She paid the check and didn't leave a tip. Everyone watched her walk out on those long legs.
Damballah strutted down Main Street and looked in all the windows. Every man on the street turned his head to get a look at her tits hugged by her t-shirt and her ass caressed by her tight shorts and pushed up by the three inch heels on her boots. She pretended not to notice. She was just glad no one recognized her.
She stopped in the liquor store and bought a pint of Old Harper's and a six pack of Stroh's and drove back to her house.
It was going to be a glorious afternoon. She was going to get drunk and she was going to get her rocks off.
*****
Chik-pjffhhh!!!!
The sound of the pull tab being ripped off of a can of beer and the ensuing gulping woke Sheila out of a fragile sleep. " ... errrrr ... uhhh...."
"You smell like piss." Damballah brought her beer can to Sheila's mouth and ripped it back for her. She drank quickly to ease her burning throat-burning from inhaling the acidic urine stench all night.
Damballah found the key and released Sheila's wrists from the wall. They slumped at her side and then carefully pulled the hooks out of her cunt lips. She looked relieved as she pulled off the sticky rubber corset and took a deep breath and nearly gagged. Damballah helped her to her feet and up the stairs.
She led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Sheila stumbled in. "Ahhhhh ... uhhhh ... "
She just stood there as the hot water washed off beer and sweat and piss. She shook her wrists to bring back the circulation and gently touched her cunt to see just how sore it was.
It hurt but she kind of liked it. It made her horny, the pain did, and she realized that she was dying to make love with Damballah, no matter what she had already done to her.
Through the steamy fog of the shower she could see the outline of Damballah's fine body. Her tits were perfect, round and full with golden brown nipples and her legs were long and shapely. They looked great in those boots.
The cowboy hat was a nice touch. Very sultry looking.
Sheila stumbled out of the shower and Damballah wrapped a towel around her. She did it with the love a mother shows to a child and she kissed the back of her neck.
Goosebumps.
Sheila put her arms around Damballah's waist and pulled her in close for a French kiss. Her lips were warm and eager. They were both getting very, very hot.
Sheila's body felt great to Damballah-smooth and wet, curvy, buxom-very lovely indeed.
In another monet they were on the couch feeling each others breasts and kissing with their tongues. Damballah's hand's ran all over her lover/prisoner's body and tweaked her erect nipples.
Her t-shirt was up over her tits and Sheila began to suck on them roughly. Her teeth closed down on her stiff nipple and she sucked hard, dragging it through her sharp incisors and snapping it with her tongue.
"Mmmmmm ... "
Sheila's hand moved up into the leg of Damballah's shorts and found her furry mound. She pushed her finger up into her slit and stirred her cunt into the beginnings of a wild frenzy.
God her cunt was weird. Her cunt flaps seemed to be all stretched out-they were longer than any labia Sheila had ever seen. Very weird.
But it was getting wet and it tightened around her finger and it felt great. She sunk her teeth into Damballah's breast. She was rewarded with a brisk slap across the face.
"UH!"
Sheila fell backwards. Wow-that had really excited her. Damballah was glad Sheila enjoyed being submissive to her. Of course Sheila tried to hide it-she tried to be the agressor and take some control, but they both knew that she loved being locked into the basement and she loved being beaten and she loved being pissed on. For Damballah, she was nothing but a dream date.
Damballah dropped her shorts and pulled her shirt over her head. She stood over her lover with a demonic look in her eye.
"UHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Damballah's boot slugged her in the ribs.
"Don't move."
Sheila watched Damballah take off into the basement and she wondered just what unheard of devices and deviations she would return with.
She came back with the burlap sack slung over her shoulder. It weighed a lot.
She dropped it on the ground and began fishing around in there.
The first thing she pulled out were a pair of black rubber gloves. They squeaked as she pulled them up over her elbows.
Then she pulled out a steel pipe with wristlets at each end. From the middle of the pipe dangled a short length of chain. The last link had a hinge.
She fished around in the sack for another moment and came up with an odd looking black rubber harness of some kind. She smiled and pushed the bag away. It was still too heavy to toss.
"Now dig this."
Damballah's black rubber hands drifted over Sheila's pert breasts and down over her stomach. She was on her knees and Damballah guided her hands behind her and snapped her wrists into the handcuffs separated by a good foot of pipe.
"I think you'll like this, darling." Damballah kissed her on the mouth and then on her tits. Her nipples were rock hard.
Damballah slid her pussy between Sheila's parted legs. Their cunts brushed over each other and Sheila blushed. It was a wonderful sexual rush.
Damballah slid farther under her and pulled the chain forward. Sheila had to lean back but finally Damballah was close enough and she hooked the last link through the hole in her cunt flaps.
Sheila leaned back and stretched them out. She was beginning to understand.
Damballah picked up the harness. It wasn't as complex as it first looked to Sheila.
Damballah snapped it open and pulled it under Sheila's legs and hard against her clit.
"OOOO!!!!"
She snapped it around her own head and Sheila's waist.
Sheila tried to move foreward to be more comfortable. Her tits were yanked into Damballah's face.
She tried to move back and she found herself stretching Damballah's cuntlips. The room was filled with an unholy scream.
They were bound to each other. It was a crazy and wonderful position.
As Sheila leaned back the rubber harness dug into her bald pussy and as she leaned forward to kiss Damballah's tits she stretched her master's cuntlips.
They rocked back and forth, sucking, kissing, stretching and hurting. It was like a game, in fact looking at Damballah's stretched cunt lips Sheila was reminded of the taffy pulls she used to have with her grade school friends.
*****
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Fun and games were over. Damballah jerked her head back, ripping the rubber harness up into Sheila's cunt. It was unyielding and pulled on her skin. It was tacky against her wet and sticky cunt and it smeared her labia flat and tugged on it hard.
Sheila pulled back to ease the pressure on her cunt and to pull Damballah's pussy lips far from her body. Gotta share the pain.
She reeled back and Damballah's labia stretched damn near four inches but she didn't scream. She reveled in it and head-butted Sheila in the tits, pushing her back and stretching her own cunt lips farther and farther.
Sheila's chest, restrained by the rubber harness, snapped back in her face and she caught a nipple in her mouth. She bit down on it hard and a trickle of hot blood oozed into her mouth.
She continued to suck on it, sending an odd wave of pleasure through Sheila's body.
"Ohhhhh ... "
She had never bled from the tits before and it felt great. At the same time her pussy was being mangled by the rubber strap tugging between her thighs.
This was not like anything else she had ever done. She had been through the bondage trip-the ropes and chains and spiked heels-but nothing like this. Never so much cruel and unusual punishment.
And never had she enjoyed another woman so much.
CHAPTER THREE
Orgasm was rough and tumble. It took a lot of work but it was rocking.
The two ex-cons fell over, shaking and sweating, eyes closed, hearts pounding frantically.
"Ughh."
Damballah pulled the rubber strap from around her neck and fell backwards. Sheila rolled off of her and gave Damballah's cunt a hefty jerk.
Her cuntlips were so damn malleable-they stretched like a pair of suspenders.
Damballah unhooked her labia from the chain connected to the stretcher bar that kept Sheila's hands far apart. She found the key to the wristlets and liberated her from her bondage. They laid there for a long moment catching their breath.
"Jesus. Where did you get this stuff? Not anywhere near this town. I never saw anything like the shit you have-not even in bondage magazines."
Damballah touched her own pussy. It felt good-tired and a little sore, but good.
"Friend of mine, this guy Nino I used to know in Detroit. He was an auto worker, a welder or something but he wanted to be an artist. He made this stuff."
"He's got quite a mind."
"Yup. You should see some of the other things he made-all sorts of shit. He made this rubber suit for me that's just fucking amazing. I got a lot of his stuff. Really cruel shit. He thought it was fine art. Really into pierced cunt lips. He thought it was real primitive, ya know?"
"I can see that. This guy a good lover or what?"
"Uh-uh. Complete fag. A real pussy, never wanted to use his own stuff-scared the shit out of him. He used to trade me this stuff for smack; I had a pretty solid connection back then."
"He still make this stuff?"
"He's doing time in Marion. He tried to sell some stuff to the Chicago Fine Art Museum and they just balked. Real conservative pricks. One night he got on a drunken jag, all wired coz he needed a fix and couldn't find any junk, and he tossed a homemade bomb through the gates of the museum. They caught him that night."
"Jesus."
Damballah fingered the black rubber harness. "Some kind of mind that guy has. You should see the tattoos he does."
Sheila laid there quietly, fingering the new hole in her cunt. Yes, it was very erotic. Primitive. It reminded her of the natives she used to look at in National Geographic Magazine. All the niggers always had pierced nipples and stretched out ears and cunts. She liked it.
"I gotta get back to my place and get ready to go to work."
"Where do you work?"
"Fuckin' bar. Hillbilly joint. A lot of assholes trying to paw me all the fucking time. Shit." She thought about it for a minute. "I don't know what the hell I'm doin' there. Crap like that got me into jail in the first place. I hate these fuckin' guys think they can grab you."
She got up and stretched.
"Got a phone?"
"Nope. Don't worry. You'll see me again." She stood over Damballah, her cunt just above her face.
Damballah could smell her sex, pungent and wild. She watched Sheila get dressed and pull her hair into a pony tail.
They looked each other in the eyes and Damballah gave her a light kiss on the lips before returning her car keys.
"You're crazy, you know that?"
Damballah just smiled as she watched Sheila walk through her front door. She looked foreward to their next encounter.
*****
Kicks. More kicks. One day out of the pen and Damballah had already had enough thrills for a lesser person's lifetime.
It wasn't enough though. Uh-uh. She wanted more. She wanted it fast.
She put on her shorts and t-shirt and walked out the door and took a look around. There wasn't shit ion this one-horse town, just a bunch of hicks. Why the hell did she live there anyway? Fuck. She thought about moving to a big city.
She sauntered back into her living room and turned on the TV. It sucked. Game shows and soap operas. Who needed that crap anyway?
Detroit. It had been a while. She thought about her old friends, wondered if they were still around. One girl in particular she was curious about, a hooker named Suzy. Suzy Casandra. Damballah wondered if that was her real name.
She grabbed her hat and went back outside and started the walk into town. The closest pay phone was about a mile down the road.
"Detroit please ... Name is Suzy Casandra ... She used to live on Northern Boulevard, I think ... right ... "
There was actually a listing!! Damballah took the number and thanked the operator. She dialed as fast as she could.
"One-dollar please. One dollar for the first one minute. Please deposit one-"
Damballah threw in four quarters and a recorded voice thanked her. The phone was ringing.
"Yeah?"
She woke her up. "Suzy?"
"Who's this?"
"Damballah. Damballah Oskello. Remember me?"
"Damballah!!! Where the fuck are you? How are you? Your out of jail? Jesus!"
"I'm in Illinois. Scottsville. I just got out yesterday."
"Mother fucker. I was just thinking about you-I got this client who well, he really digs Nino's stuff. Remember him?"
"Fuck yes."
"Jesus. I'm so glad you called. Christ. How far are you from Chicago?"
""Bout a hundred miles South of the city limit."
"Shit. I'm gonna be in Shy-town tomorrow and Wednesday for some convention. Can I get a bus there?"
"Shit yeah!!!"
"Well I'll see you ion a few days then. Christ. I gotta get out of the fucking city, man. I need a rest."
Damballah gave her all the information and they agreed to meet at a bar on Main Street. She hung up the phone delighted that she had bothered to make the call.
She looked down the highway towards town and then down towards her house. If she only had a car....
Judging by the sun it was just about noon, just about the time the Woman's Correctional facility released those inmates whose time was up.
Damballah started walking in the direction of the prison and pout out her thumb. In those shorts she was bound to get a lift.
A beaten sedan picked her up in moments. The driver was a middle aged business geek from Springfield. He was a perfect mark.
She got in the car and put on her "sweet young thang" act. She could see he was getting hard. Bastard probably jerked off every night.
She peeked on the rear view mirror and then looked ahead. No cars for miles.
Before they even began the obligatory small talk she jammed her fist in his stomach and then cracked an elbow hard in his face.
The car swerved and she grabbed the wheel as she continued to pummel him into unconsciousness.
He was out for the count.
She maneuvered the car over to the shoulder and shifted into "park."
Another look in the mirror and through the windshield brought good news: the road was still empty. She turned off the car and pulled out the keys.
She moved quickly, opening the trunk and then hauling him out of the car and dragging him over to the trunk.
One good heave and he flopped into the trunk like a sack of middle aged potatoes.
She slammed the trunk shut and spit on the ground, looking both ways. There was a car on the horizon. No problem. She got in and started her up and in another moment was moving easily down the road towards her home for the last five years.
*****
The first pass at the prison was uneventful. There was no one on the road, no one coming through the gate. She turned on the radio to get the time...."it's seventy degrees in Chicago, KRB news time, twelve o' four."
Damballah drove by and after a mile turned around and pulled over on the shoulder. She was still a little early, maybe.
Usually they let them out sometime shortly after noon, but the prison officials didn't give a damn. They couldn't care less if they were late.
And then again maybe no one was getting out. No. Damballah remembered that a woman in the B-Wing was getting out. She never knew her, had only heard about her. She was well known through out the prison. The word was stay away unless you want to get hurt.
Exactly Damballah's kind of bitch. She started up the car and drove slowly past the prison. Sure enough, the guards were opening the ten-foot, barbed wire gate and a tough looking woman was taking her first free steps in many years.
She spit on the ground and didn't look back to see the gates close. Damballah smiled. She knew that glorious feeling.
She accelerated by the prison and did a U-turn in the middle of the highway about a mile down. She cruised back and there she was, brown parcel under one arm and outstretched thumb on the other. She pulled over and opened the passenger door.
"Thanks." Her tone was gruff. She pulled the door shut and the car pulled out. "Where ya headed?"
"Faraway from here, man. Hey-have we met?"
"I don't think so. Maybe. I did a stretch here myself."
"I thought so. Damn. What's your name?"
"Damballah. Damballah Oskello."
"Marie. Marie McCrory. Glad ta meetchah ... "
They shook hands. Marie's grip was like a vice.
"Bet you could use a drink, ay?"
"Yeah ... goddam. I guess it was good luck runnin' into you, huh?"
Damballah smiled at her. There was no luck involved.
They went to a bar and had a shot and a beer and toasted to each other's freedom.
Damballah got a sixpack and they went to her house to relax and drink it. She parked the car behind her house, out of sight from the road. She figured it would be safe there.
"What's that?" There was a thumping sound coming from the trunk.
"That's the guy I locked up in there. He probably wanted some food." She smiled and Marie smiled too. It seemed like a reasonably comic answer.
They went in and sat on the couch. Damballah pulled out the pint of Old Harper's and cracked the seal.
"Got any grass?"
"There's approach in the ashtray. Got some dust on it."
Marie lit up the small butt and sucked hard on it. There was enough left and enough concentrated chemical to get her off. She looked over at Damballah. Her legs were crossed high and they looked terrific. Those cut off shorts looked great. They were tight and hugged her curvy ass. A wisp of pussy hair drifted out from underneath them.
Her nipples were hard and poked through her t-shirt. She looked hot, not only because she was, but because she wasn't wearing prison work clothes.
As Marie took the final toke of the roach, nearly singing her fingers, she decided she was going to take her.
Their eyes met and Damballah smiled wanly Marie's tongue slipped out of her mouth and ran around her lips. They were working on the same wave length.
They moved together and kissed passionately. Their lips were warm and there tongues were hot.
Marie moved a hand up into Damballah's t-shirt and fingered an already erect nipple. She cupped her hand over her breast and squeezed it gently at first and then harder.
"Mmmmmm ... "
Damballah eyed the burlap sack filled with goodies that was still on the floor by her feet. She knew exactly what she wanted.
Marie worked hand into Damballah's shorts and pushed a strong finger into her pussy. She finger fucked her new friend roughly and Damballah moaned in pleasure. She was sure that Marie would love her special rubber treat.
Damballah stood up and slipped her shorts off She kept on her boots and t-shirt for a moment and she looked great just like that-her pussy exposed and her tits concealed. Very sexy.
She reached into the sack and pulled out the outfit that made up most of the weight. Marie watched her with curious eyes and slipped out of her own clothes.
Damballah smiled at her and admired her body. Her tits were bigger that hers and her nipples were large and dark.
Her pussy looked intimidating under a sable mound of steel wool bush.
Damballah spread out the black rubber outfit for Marie to see.
"Jesus."
"Wanna try it on?"
"Can you move in that thing?"
"Nope."
"Hmmmmmm....
Damballah whispered in her ear with a seductive breath. "You won't be sorry ... "
Marie picked up the first piece. It had a helmet shaped cap that flowed into sort of a halter top. IT had spaces for two tits and a few mysterious straps dangling from behind it.
Marie pulled it on over her head and the rubber squeaked against her large breasts. She managed to get them through the holes by squeezing and pushing.
Her pussy was starting to get wet. She picked up one of the black rubber boots and held it up.
"I don't get it."
Aside from the boot proper there was another space for her leg.
Damballah helped her slip into it and pulled the extra sleeve over Marie's knee. That kept her leg pulled in-as long as she had that over her knee and around her thigh she was bound. IT felt pretty good-something about that groovy material.
Marie pulled the other boot on and yanked in her knee and pulled the binding rubber sleeve over her knee. She nearly fell over backwards.
The boots did feel real sexy, however. She had never tried anything like it at all. Her feet felt sexy arched up on the three inch heels.
Damballah admired her. She looked fucking great in that outfit, her black haired cunt shimmering more than the shiny black rubber.
Damballah pulled the icing on the cake out of the bag.
It was a collar made of the same material with a large ring in the front. She ran a strap through the ring and clipped the ends to the tops of Marie's boots. No way she was gonna move those legs now.
She walked behind her and pulled her arm into a vicious hammerlock. "OWWWWW!!!!"
She snapped it up against her back a bound with one of the dangling rubber straps. She did the same with the other arm and stepped back to admire her bound and beautiful jail bird.
The straps coming off of the collar pressed hard into Marie's breast and pinched her nipples.
Her tits were turning red as the rubber halter squeezed them through the holes that were just a bit too small for her large tits.
Her face was turning red as well. The collar was choking her.
Damballah offered a Satanic grin and disappeared into the other room and down into the basement.
She was back in a second carrying a dusty foot-locker.
Satan's playchest, hee, hee.
Marie's face turned from mild curiosity disgruntlement at her situation and then awestruck horror and white knuckle fear as Damballah opened the lid and pulled forth the most dangerous looking dildo Marie had ever seen.
Still, she was aroused to the point of quivering. Her pussy was getting wetter and wetter-the sight of Damballah in her t-shirt and boots, her long legs atop those heels and her erect nipples shoving through her cotton top, well, she was quite the provocative woman.
But Jesus, that dildo ... What twisted mind thought of that torturous looking phallus?
"W-w-what the fuck is that?"
Marie wasn't one to scare easily, either.
Right awy Damballah knew the smart thing to do would be to gag the bitch. The metal dildo was going to hurt.
It was going to hurt and Marie was going to learn to like it. Oh yeah.
Damballah reached into the playchest and pulled out a short rubber strap and a golf ball sized chunk of the same stuff.
She jammed it into Marie's mouth despite her protest. There wasn't much she could do. She could not move.
Damballah forced it past her teeth and it pinned her tongue down. It tasted like a tire and she wanted to get sick. The rubber strap wrapped around her mouth and snapped behind her head. Marie was helpless and silent.
Sunlight shot through the windows and shimmered off of the cruel metal dildo. Marie couldn't take her eyes off of it and she squinted as the light struck her face.
It was a ghastly looking device designed by the same demented soul who provided Marie's modern rubber apparel.
It looked more like a shark than a cock. It had fins on both top and bottom, more like spikes. The tip was stream-lined and sharp looking to facilitate entry.
Marie could just about feel those sharp fin/spikes tearing into her clit and cutting her slit into an even bigger, bloody vagina.
Damballah made every moment of fearful anticipation work. No matter how frightened Marie was, and she had damn good reason to be scared out of her wits, she would have to wait. That was the most exciting part.
Under that tight rubber halter her heart was pounding.
Damballah laid down next to her victim. Her legs touched her rubber heels. She was smiling.
She brought the dildo closer to Marie's wet cunt. She pressed it lightly against her cunt lips and slid the first inch between her sopping labia. She moved it up and down her slit gently and Marie tried to moan with a mouth full of awful tasting rubber.
Her cunt was dripping with her juices now but she was still shaking. Damballah hadn't penetrated her with those penetrated, not yet. She just kept masturbating her with the cold metal head.
She rubbed it against Marie's stiff clit and put her mouth on one of her stiff nipples.
She sucked hard and rubbed the metal cock harder against Marie's magic spot.
Her teeth squeezed the nipple until it hurt. It was turning purple in her mouth and she sucked harder.
Marie was getting near orgasm. She hadn't had it this good in seven years of hard time and she had never let anyone hurt her-no way. In jail you gotta stay on top.
Damballah kept diddling her clit with the cold metal phallus. And then she began to slid it in.
The first inch or so went in easily. Marie's slit was wet as hell and was yearning to be satisfied.
She watched in horror, though, as the sharp metal spike got closer to her sex.
She could feel the fins touching the outside of her cuntlips. She shivered and tried to scream.
Damballah had to use force to get the damn thing in but she did it with one smooth move.
The cock went into her tunnel and the rigid spikes shoved past the top and bottom of her slit tearing her labia minora just enough to produce a speckle of blood.
Her eye were filled with tears as Damballah began to slide it in and out. Marie's tunnel felt like it was being ripped to shreds.
Suddenly Damballah yanked it out.
The spikes tore through the top and bottom of her cunt and the sharp edges cut her even more as the dildo flew out of her and into the air. Damballah's belly was splatterred lightly with blood.
Damballah wasted no time to put her mouth on Marie's beaten cunt and began to sooth it with her tongue. She ran it all over her insides and over her clit. She could feel Marie shivering in her boots and the pain leaving her body as she returned to pre-orgasm euphoria.
Damballah stroke Marie's bloody clit with her tongue and reached up and gently caressed her nipples.
One final quaking of Marie's bound body and the floodgates opened and she came on Damballah's face.
It was an amazing climax. The pain was gone and her body was riddled with an adrenal erotic rush. Her juices mingled with the blood and Damballah lapped it all up.
When it was over, Marie fell on her side. She couldn't move and she didn't want to.
*****
Damballah's grace and gentle touch was positively striking and beautiful as she ungagged Marie. She spit out a gob of dirty saliva and took a deep breath and spat again. All she said was "yuccch."
Damballah took off the collar and released her legs. She kissed Marie's sweaty face lightly as she moved around and untied her arms. She got a fresh can of beer and pout it to Marie's lips.
Marie gargled it at the back of her throat and spit it out. Then she took it in her hand and drank it down. She was euphoric and peaceful-the pain and brutality and then the powerful orgasm, it was quite a dichotemy and on top of the marijuana and booze, not to mention this being the day she was sprung, all of it had produced an unparalleled high. When she put her beer down she was smiling.
She examined her pussy. Not too bad at all-cut a little, nicked really, but not slashed to ribbons the way that evil dildo seemed to promise.
"OK?"
"Fine."
"Shower?"
"That sounds good. Jesus, I never had it like that."
"I know." Damballah kissed heron the forehead.
Marie just kept shaking her head. She was amazed at this, her first day of freedom after seven grueling years of pounding rocks and fucking with a broom handle.
CHAPTER FOUR
Prison walls do a funny thing to time. They slow it down.
In stir, each day drags itself over an unending series of obstacles, climbing and falling, always beaten into the ground by the rigorous monotony of the god-forsaken institution.
Ah, to be in the world of real time, where each day promised something new. There was always the possibilities of having an adventure.
The first three days raced by and waking out of a drunken sleep Damballah had to wonder if it was all a dream.
Sheila.
Marie.
Well, good reality is born of dreams, the greatest pleasures born of fantasy. And dreams could be just as real, just as horrific or wondrous as the physical universe.
Damballah rubbed the grit out of her eyes and coughed. Her headache seemed real enough.
She staggered out of bed and went looking for a beer. She had to settle for tap water but it seemed to help.
It had been twenty four drunken hours since Marie went off to pursue her freedom and Damballah had left that poor sap from Springfield in a vacant lot cussing his head off.
Today was the day Suzy was blowing into town. A smile came through her hangover. Suzy just might be the only real friend she had.
The clock said one o'clock. Jesus she had been asleep for a long time.
She showered and pulled on a pair of Levi's and a clean t-shirt. It said "The Rolling Stones Love You Live." It was a souveneir from a rock concert.
She stuck her hair up in her straw cowboy hat and wandered into the highway. It was a beautiful day and she was glad she didn't have to enjoy it from the exercise yard where the threat of buying a shiv in your back shined brighter than the noon sun.
She decided the walk would do her good and she abstained from putting out her thumb. Better to get some dust back on her boots and maybe some color in her face. Prison has left her looking pale, like she spent all her time indoors.
She kicked a tin can in front of her and looked up to see Main Street unfold before her eyes.
It was a shitty town-just rednecks and farmers coming in from the boonies to have a beer away from their wives and maybe pick up some supplies. They were a sorry lot, always complaining about "those fucking liberals" and the influx of rock music on the only juke box in thirty miles.
Damballah stopped at the bus stop and looked at the schedule. Buses from Chicago were coming in at twenty minutes after the hour every odd hour. It was getting on towards three.
She held her head high as she walked into the bar and met none of the lascivious looks she was getting from every goon in the place.
She sat at the bar and lit a cigarette.
"Hey precious, lemme buy you a drink."
He was drunk and smelled like a cow. Damballah ignored him.
"C'mon honey-whatcha drinkin"? Let ol' Tommy here take care of it."
She hated grown men who called themselves
"Tommy" or "Billy" or anything like that. Those were names for little boys, not men. She ignored him some more.
"C'mon baby ... "
"Get lost."
The bartender came over and asked her what she was having.
She said "beer, please."
"Lemme buy it for ya, huh?"
"I said get lost."
The bartender came back with a frosty mug and Damballah pushed a dollar at him.
"I got that...." Tommy just wouldn't let up. He threw a twenty on the bar and smiled like an imbecile.
Damballah took his money off the bar and grabbed him by the belt. Her hand slid into his trousers and his face turned beet red. She grabbed his semi-limp peter and squeezed the twenty around it.
"Why don't you somewhere and jerk off, huh?" She dug her nails into his cock and then yanked her hand out of his jeans and wiped it off on a napkin.
Tommy's face was burning with embarrassment and there were a few sordid chuckles around the room.
He slunk off with his talk between his legs.
Damballah sipped her draft in peace and watched the TV that was competing with the juke box. Another fucking game show. Everyone looked too damn happy. She hated that. At least their was a sad song on the juke box.
She drained her beer and gave the bartender three bits for another one.
"On the house. Sorry about before, he's little tipped."
She smiled at the bartender. He seemed like a good man.
Three twenty and she could hear the bus coming in. She crossed her fingers and in walked Suzy.
Damballah jumped up and embraced her friend.
"Fuckin' A!!!! Look at you!!"
Suzy was what you might call "punked out," but she looked nothing but hurt.
Her hair was died black and cropped short around a pretty face.
She was wearing tight jeans and combat boots and a leather jacket even thought was pretty darn hot outside. Her luggage consisted of an old bowling ball bag.
They kissed each other like friends do and Suzy got herself a beer.
"Jesus it's good to see you baby."
"Likewise. Shit. You were away for a while. Four years?"
"Five."
"Shit."
They clinked glasses and poured them back. Suzy motioned for two more.
The beers came and so did Tommy. He must have been really sloshed.
"Can I buy you ladies a drink?"
Damballah kept her mouth shut.
"C'mon. We don't get many ladies in here, not nice looking girls like you and-"
Damballah hated being called a "girl." She was a woman and she was more man than any of the goons in the bar.
Tommy moved over to Suzy. He knew he wasn't going to have any luck with her friend.
"Nice to meet you. My name's Tommy."
Suzy made bedroom eyes at him and licked her teeth.
"You're kinda cute, Tommy. Why don't you buy us a drink. We'll have two double shots of Wild Turkey. The eight year old stuff."
The bartender brought the drinks and Tommy kept trying to make small talk.
"Here's to you," Suzy said and she drained her glass. Damballah shrugged her shoulders and did the same. She quickly chased it with her beer.
Tommy gave the bartender the twenty dollar bill.
"Ten bucks'll get you the best blow job of your life." Suzy spoke softly. Only Damballah and Tommy could hear her.
She watched Tommy's cock rise in his pants and she took his hand and led him outside.
"Uh, let's go around back."
"Sure, lover, sure."
Damballah sat at the bar stunned. Ten bucks? Suzy was a hooker from way back but picking up a John right in front of her? Jesus. Talk about poor taste.
Around back Tommy pulled his pants down around his knees. It was a nice cock, not too long but long enough and rigid as sin.
Suzy smiled at him.
And then she wailed her knee into his balls.
"UHHHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHHMMMMMFFFFF!!!!"
The air rushed out of his lungs and he grabbed the pummeled area as he hit the dirt.
"LICK MY BOOT, SCUMBAG!!!"
She put her combat boot over his face and his tongue spastically licked it.
She kicked some dirt onto him and spit at his face.
"Don't be botherin' us anymore asshole." She went back inside.
She was greeted by a round of applause. Apparently some of the guys had been watching from the backdoor.
A tall, good looking farmer type came up to her.
"No one here liked that guy. He deserved that. He shoulda got it a long time ago. Everyone here thought what you did was just there was great and we'd all like to buy you and your friend as many drinks as ya like, no harm intended ma'am, just like I said, he was an asshole and you took care of him real good." He tipped his hat.
"Thank you, sir." Suzy was very polite. She put on her country voice. "We'd be right obliged to drink with you fellas. Thanks." She hoisted her glass in the direction of the men in the back and drank.
They drank about fifteen or twenty more before it was closing time and they had to go.
*****
They caught a ride On the back of someone's pick-up truck and staggered into Damballah's house.
Damballah collapsed on her couch and Suzy fell on top of her giggling.
"Jesus. You should of seen that guy's face right before I knead him." She laughed.
"Hell-that knee bought us a good drunk."
"And I still got the ten bucks for the blow job!!"
They laughed some more and fell into a deep embrace. Before long they were making out drunkenly, French kissing and petting each other's tits.
Damballah slid her hand into Suzy's pants and fingered her cunt. It was already wet. She worked her way up into her hot tunnel and another finger joined her.
She probed her gently but with some small degree of force. Suzy was purring and she lifted up Damballah's shirt and put her mouth on her breasts.
"Mmmmm ... I've missed these tits ... Get much in the joint?"
"Mmmmm ... mostly I just beat eh shit out of theses scrubs in the shower. Make 'em eat me out until I came."
"Lemme do you baby. It's been a long time."
Suzy peeled off her lover's jeans and pressed her mouth against her pussy.
Her tongue did some exploring around her lips before finding her clit and then after licking it, slid her tongue right over it and into her pussy proper.
"Mmmmmm ... "
Suzy knew what she was doing. She was a pro, a top shelf call girl specializing in couples, usually married people who were into S & M. She knew how to eat pussy as well as she sucked cock and delivered painful pleasure, often incorporating some of Nino's brilliant art works.
She fucked Damballah with her tongue, sliding it in and out of her steamy hole and diddling her clit with her finger.
She pushed her finger in and her tongue moved to Damballah's inner thigh.
She slid in three fingers at once and pushed them all the way into Damballah's puss before spreading them out, stretching her tunnel into a widening spiral of pleasure.
"Uhhhh ... "
Suzy's mouth moved to Damballah's erect nipples and she played her teeth over them and them bit down harder.
She yanked her fingers out of Damballah's wet cunt and smiled at her. Damballah looked up at her friend, eager to finish the sex act. She was on fire-she wanted to cum, wanted to make her friend cum. Her legs were spread wide open eager to receive any pleasure.
Or pain.
Suzy reached into her bowling ball bag and pulled out a weird looking helmet thing made out of Nino's favorite material.
IT was one of his wilder designs. A black rubber skull cap with a built in muzzle. Hanging off the sides were two spiked balls, maces, and they looked very heavy.
Heavy medieval.
Suzy pulled it on and fit the muzzles into her mouth. It was more like a horses bit. Damballah was sure that it tasted foul.
The spiked balls hung down over the tops of Suzy's lovely breasts and were already scratching her chest.
There were two small chains with rings attatched on either side of the headgear.
Suzy hooked them through each pierced nostril.
Damballah was amazed. She hadn't noticed that she had her nose pierced and she liked it. Very punk, very chic.
Sexy. "Glad to see you still have your cunt lips pierced."
Damballah smiled.
Suzy pulled a rawhide cord from her bag. Each end held a small, latched ring.
One end went through the holes in Damballah's labia, sealing her opening. Already the frustration was mounting.
The other end went through the unnoticable holes in Suzy's lips.
"You're thoroughly over-pierced."
"And overpriced." Suzy giggled and closed her mouth and hooked her lips together.
She pulled her head back and tugged playfully at Damballah's hooked pussy. She really did look special, like some science fiction domanatrix ready to take over the free world.
In fact, Nino had once said that if the Nazi's had won the war, the entire world would be using his devices. He had heard that the Furher had a rubber fetish.
Suzy pushed her face into Damballah's excited cunt and the spiked balls rocked into her soft thighs.
They pricked between her legs only making her hotter and more frustrated as now Suzy couldn't eat her out. SHE couldn't open her mouth and she couldn't get into Damballah's cunt.
Damballah put her feet on Suzy's chest and pushed her back, stretching her frustrated cunt inches. It looked amazing, seemingly defying any rules by which pussies behaved.
Suzy put her finger between Damballah's love hole and the ring on her outstretched cunt lips and ran it back and forth.
"OOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
She kept it up, rubbing and pulling it from side to side and generally working her up into a frenzy.
She jammed a finger into her opening and leaned forward over her tits, knocking Damballah's legs far apart.
Her labia pulled itself back to its original form, trapping Suzy's hand between her cunt lips.
The metal spiked swung freely into her tits, one of them striking her erect nipple with alarming accuracy.
"OWWWWW!!!!"
"Howooohoowikeit?" It was hard to talk with her lips closed together.
Damballah grabbed Suzy's tits and squeezed them hard. Her fingers pinched her nipples hard.
She brought her hands down to her cunt and jammed her fist between her legs.
"OOOOOOMMMMPPPPFFFFF!!!!"
She worked her entire hand inside of Suzy's malleable cunt and gave it a good hard twist.
Her hand was covered in cunt juice. From the look on Suzy's face it hurt like hell but from the feeling in her cunt she was digging it like crazy.
Damballah yanked it out of her and Suzy breathed hard. She need her space filled-she needed something inside of her.
And Damballah had just the thing.
*****
The lid to Satan's playchest always made a squeaky, creaking dungeon sound, the kind that was bound to instill fear in even the toughest. It was creaking open now and Damballah pulled forth yet another in a stunning series of dildos.
The thing that made this phallus different than the others, than any other prick in the universe, was the hinge just behind the oversized knob.
It was spring loaded an could be snapped open by pushing a tiny button on the end with the balls. It was a devious invention and it was guaranteed to shock the shit out of anybody. And the beauty of the damn thing is that you couldn't tell just by looking at it.
Suzy tugged on Damballah's cunt with her lips. They were stretching, too, but not as much as Damballah's flexible pussy. She pulled her friend by the cunt lips back onto the couch and the swinging maces collided into Damballah's tits.
Damballah turned the shiny chrome cock in her hand and let the light shimmer off of it and hit Suzy in the eye, much like a street punk does with his knife. Scare tactics. Suzy just smiled.
Damballah Unhooked Suzy's lips from her end of the cord but left the other end running through the hole in her cunt lips.
She climbed on her friend, 69 style, her twat in Suzy's face, the spiked balls jabbing her smooth ass.
Damballah bent forward and kissed Suzy's wet pussy. Her cunt pressed into Suzy's face behind her and she could feel her tongue hook around the cunt ring and into her love hole.
It was a good feeling to have the ring out of her lips and Suzy exercised the freely against her friend's twat. She was working her damn well, running around the ring that closed her cunt and deftly nibbling her pink clit.
Damballah brought the special dildo to the opening of Suzy's hole a pushed it between her cunt lips.
It slid into her easily. It was cold and Suzy was quivering but she held it in place, a few inches in her seething pussy while Damballah pulled her cunt lips apart.
"OWWWW!!!!"
Damballah was getting rougher. She was tugging on Suzy's labia and stretching those red lips wide apart like silly putty.
"You have such a great pussy," she offered, "God I love to play with it."
She took one of her lips in her mouth and clenched it in her teeth. She pulled back and jammed the dildo the rest of the way in before letting go. Her cunt snapped back to shape with the resiliency of a chorus line.
The dildo felt great in Suzy's pussy. It was no longer cold, no indeed it was heating up by the second just staying there in her wet cunt. She tightened herself around it, tried to squeeze it. Like biting a marble apple.
Damballah began to fuck her with it. She was dying to push the button that released the hinge. It was guaranteed to send a wild rush through her lover's body.
Suzy was still eating at Damballah's wet pussy. She clenched the metal ring in her teeth and pulled back, stretching that labia and then letting go and watching it snap back like a rubber band. It was snapping Damballah dangerously close to cumming.
Damballah pumped the metal cock in and out of Sheila's wet slit, giving her more and more with each slippery stroke. Her ass was shaking in her friends face, quivering from the pending orgasm.
Suzy's mouth moved off of Damballah's cunt and she began to eat around her asshole, licking her red-eye, nibbling all around the tender pink tissue.
"Ohhhhh ... Jesus." That was a very sensitive spot.
Suzy used her hands to manipulate one of the maces into Damballah's ass, forcing the spiked ball between her cheeks, nearly cutting the soft white flesh.
"Ahhhh ... "
Damballah loved it.
She rammed the chrome penis all the way into Suzy's slot and pressed the button.
"YOWWW WW WWWW WWW!!!!!!!"
The burly knob jutted forward with amazing velocity and snapped down at a right angle pushing hard into Suzy's tunnel.
It was remarkable. A less malleable cunt, a cunt not used to being stretched and tortured, reshaped by brutal sex, would have been torn and frayed, but Suzy's veteran vagina just absorbed every painful turn of the screw.
Damballah thanked it out of her, the hook shaped head of the thing catching just behind her clit in the space sexologists call the G-spot.
"Uhhhh ... "
Damballah pushed it down hard into Suzy's cunt and twisted it, forcing her pussy to open wider and generating the much wanted wave of orgasm.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The pleasure was amplified by the excrutiating pain of Damballah ripping the dildo straight out of Suzy's pussy, oblivious to the hooked knob tearing at the botom of her opening.
Suzy bit into Damballah's ass and held on for dear life. The metal spikes were piercing her skin and a few speckles of red blood appeared.
Damballah stuck her face in Suzy's cunt and lapped up her flowing honey and eased the pain, enjoying her orgasm as if it were her own.
And then she blasted off herself, as Suzy pulled the cunt ring out of her labia and inserted a spike into her frustrated pussy.
Just the feeling of an erect something fucking her was enough. She had been damn close already and being pronged by a sharp spike sent her over the edge. Damballah came in Suzy's face and Suzy lapped it up with the same eager lapping motions that she had just enjoyed.
Damballah rolled off of her friend, still a little drunk and a lot high.
CHAPTER FIVE
"I've been thinking," Suzy said to Damballah as they sat at the lunch counter and chain smoked. "Why don't you come with me back to the city."
"I can't go back to Detroit. It wouldn't be right."
"I was thinking about Chicago."
Now there was an idea. Chicago. Not a bad town-not a good one either, but what the fuck? Carl Sandburg wrote about it.
Damballah considered the proposition. She needed to get a job real soon. She was just about broke. Buying a lot of beer didn't help her measley two hundred bucks go very far.
"Listen. I think we can open up a club or at least I know of one we could work. An S & M show. Good money. We've already got the stuff to put on a wild show. All we gotta do is do it. I've been thinking it's about time I stopped tricking. Who needs it? I'm tellin' ya Damballah, I know this seedy nightclub in Old Town that'd love us. What'd ya say?"
She didn't say anything, she just smoked her cigarette.
She was about to say "yeah, sounds like a reasonable proposition" but she was interrupted by a beautiful young woman.
"Sheila!"
"Hi, baby."
"This is Suzy. This is Sheila."
Sheila joined them and ordered a cup of coffee. Suzy immediately gave Damballah's friend the once over. She looked great, nice, firm body, large tits, sharply drawn face, a real looker.
"I'm glad I ran into you. I've been thinking about last week, you know...." She blushed.
"I got some good reefer," she continued, "interested in going back to your house and getting blazed?"
"Blazed?"
"You know. Stoned."
"I never heard that before."
"I picked it up when I was in California. That's what all the beachniks said."
They talked about California and about New York City and about the crappy roadside town they lived ion and they talked more about going to Chicago. The idea was becoming more and more appealing all the time.
Sheila drove them back to Damballah's house and they sat around smoking grass and listening to loud music for a while.
Suzy had some cassette tapes of punk rock bands she liked and they listened to them all, The Vulva-teens, The A-Holes, Collide Collide and Crude Shit. Raw, uncompromising thrashing music. It reeked of sex and violence. It hurt their ears but it stirred lust into their loins.
They puffed away for some time, digging the exotic grass Sheila had brought back from the Golden State, Humboldt county to be exact.
And they were getting horny. Every cunt ion the room was getting wet, and with that fershlugginer punk music blaring away everyone was getting just a bit rowdy, too.
The Vulvateens were singing a throbbing, pounding half-speed number called "Milk Me." Most of America would have been thoroughly disgusted.
Sheila passed the joint down the line and began dancing around the room, winging her arms and lifting her legs high in the air in perfect rhythm to the grinding grunge rock anthem.
"Jesus this song gets me."
"Oh yeah?"
"Ohhhhhh, yeahhhhh!!!"
Suzy got up and started dancing with Sheila and in another moment Damballah joined in. They knocked into each other and jumped around the room shouting along with the tape.
Milk me milk me, drain my tits! Lemme squirt it in your face, don't waste it on my kids!
Squeeze my tits and make them hurt! Squeeze my tits and make them squirt! I'm a lactose mama with a heart of gold.
Pretty soon they were grabbing at each other's tits and laughing wildly. They were high as a bunch of purple ass baboons jumping form tree top to tree top.
Sheila was the first to take her shirt off and both Damballah and Suzy grabbed her instantly. Her tits wee hard as rocks and each woman took a tit into her mouth and sucked hard.
Milk me milk me!!
They sucked and squeezed and still trying to dance around they all fell on the floor, giggling.
The tape ended and they laid there looking a t Sheila's marvelous knockers. They were so full without being too fleshy. Really great tits. Sheila said "This don't move me. Let's get real real gone."
"I've got just the thing, baby. Gonna milk you good."
Damballah took off for the basement and Sheila and Suzy fell into a tight embrace. They French kissed casually and Suzy pawed her new friend's titties.
Damballah came back in a second carrying a torturous piece of furniture. It was a milking device.
"Ready to do the milkcow blues boogie, baby?" She giggled.
Sheila just looked at the device. She was scared. It was sort of a table but it had a wire hoop running through it, presumably for a lactating tittie.
It was supported by a spiked strut and the idea was to straddle that support and put a breast through the wire. The operator would tighten it down until the mother's milk flowed forth or the breast was seperated front the body, whichever came first.
It seemed like it might be fun.
But then Sheila noticed the small metal device in Damballah's hand. She had no idea what the hell it was for, a bent piece of metal with a single spiked fang. Whatever it was, it looked like it hurt.
Damballah planted the table firmly in the room and eyed Sheila.
Sheila's eyes were wide open with fear. She was babbling, stoned and panic stricken but anxious. She had never been milked before. She wasn't even sure she could do it.
It wasn't up to her, though, and the next thing she knew Suzy grabbed her and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. She was fast and efficient like a goddam state trooper. The metal cuffs pinched her wrists.
Suzy yanked Sheila's pants off and was delighted to find a bald pussy, her cunt lips bare and pink and shimmering with moisture.
Both women lifted Sheila off the ground by her arms and carried her over to the table and put her down, gently, over the spiked support.
A few of the sharp metal thorns eased into her wet pussy and excited her even more. She was starting to think that she might be able to churn some butter.
Sheila pulled the wire over her left tit. It was secure.
For Sheila to move would be to tear her cunt to ribbons. She wasn't bound top the table, and surely she could have yanked her boob out of the hoop, but those spikes in her twat, well, they didn't hurt now but one false move and....
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAR-RRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
It only hurt for a second and then Sheila was overwhelmed by an oddly warm sensation. Her brain went pins and needles and her tit throbbed.
She had found out what the cruel looking, hand held device was all about.
It was about opening up her tit, making the opening for the milk to come squirting out.
Damballah had fitted the semi-circle of metal around Sheila's tit. The fang in the center was on her nipple, just the tip, pricking her slightly.
And then, without warning
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!"
Damballah forced that surly fang into Sheila's nipple, straight in, right through the tiny dot at the tip of her erect button and it hurt like unholy hell. IT was cruel, it was brutal, it was perfectly disgusting. Even Suzy, the professional who had seen everything, raised an eyebrow and perhaps even shivered as the blood curdling scream filled the house.
Damballah yanked the spike out of Sheila's nipple and a drop of white, pussy fluid dribbled out as her nipple returned to it's original shape.
That milky puss smelled foul, too. Like the sweat and dirt of the ages, kind of like the crud that builds up inn your toe nails. Worse than any shit or vomit. Sheila nearly chummed all over herself. She swallowed hard. She dared not move lest her cunt be ripped to shreds.
Damballah tightened the wire around her breast and more of the milky puss oozed out. The room was filled with the stench.
Sheila felt weak, but not unpleasant. After the initial pain she had been overwhelmed by the hot rush in her tit and the signals sent to her brain. Her spine felt oddly numb like she had taken a handful of Demerol. It was a nice feeling.
Damballah tightened the wire around her breast and it was diggin in to her fleshy globe. Nothing came out of her fired up nipple, though.
"Lemme give it a tug. I can make this baby squirt."
Suzy ran her tongue over Sheila's punctured tit and caressed it gently. Sheila felt a fever breaking over her body, fever and a cold sweat and she was getting delerious.
Sheila smiled.
Then she yanked the cord down as hard as she could, squeezing her tit into a long white balloon and it did the trick.
Milky white puss, thick and shiny squirted out of Sheila's brutalized tit and she moaned as she discovered she was cumming at the same time.
Her cunt quivered over those dangerous spikes and everything shook except for her bound tit, squirting the foul stinking puss. She closed her eyes and let the orgasm rip through her body. Everything seemed to glow. If only her tit juice didn't stink so goddam much. Fuck.
Damballah released the wire binding her tit and eased her off the spikes. She collapsed face first and Suzy undid the cuffs.
"Shit that mademe hot," Damballah offered and she dug into Satan's play chest and pulled out a modest looking dildo: no spikes, no hidden spring, just a stiff cock.
She laid in the floor and spread her legs wide, putting her knees in the air.
Her cunt lips parted slightly and she slid the cock between them and then with a bit of a push she slid the whole thing into her wet pussy.
She fucked herself faster and faster while the other two watched. Damballah masturbated her clit with one hand while man-handling the dildo with the other. Suzy was getting hot now, too.
But before she could move over to her friend Sheila got up and stood over Damballah, her legs spread over her body, her pussy about two feet above Damballah's pretty face.
Damballah looked up, the sight of the shaved cunt really exciting, and pumped herself faster and faster, bringing herself to orgasm.
When she closed her eyes and started to cream over the dildo in her hot pussy, Sheila squatted over her face.
And then she let loose with a hot stream of yellow piss.
Damballah was covered into the hot urine. Her body temperature raised about nine hundred degrees in about two seconds and the showered woman kept her eyes and mouth shut tight.
Her face looked disgusted, sick, twisted.
Sheila finished her soire and fell back on the couch.
"PTOOOIE!!!!"
Damballah spit some urine off of her lips and left to go wash up. Sheila fired up another joint and took a drink from the half filled whisky bottle on the table. She smiled at Suzy.
Suzy did not smile back.
*****
By midnight their things were packed. Damballah had made the decision to go to Chicago and give a go at an S & M show. At least it was honest. Wouldn't have the cops to worry about.
Sheila was long gone. SHE split soon after Damballah got out of the shower and wouldn't talk to her, although she wasn't violent or anything. She reckoned that she pissed on Sheila that first day so what the hell-just get the fuck out of my house and she did.
Damballah had an old trunk that used to be her great grandfather's, a really swell relic covered with decals from all fifty states and a few European countries. He had been a vaudeville entertainer and he lived put of the trunk for twenty years.
Now it was Damballah's, and it seemed like a good thing to have now that she was embarking on her own show biz career, and best of all, all the rubber goods and torture devices fit in it plus a whole lot of clothes, too. And it was so damn colorful-it just conjured up images of bad jokes in smoke filled burlesque houses, jugglers and magicians getting rotten tomatoes hurled at them and over weight strippers getting whistled at by men drunk on bootlegged whiskey.
She had fifty dollars left but Suzy was pretty loaded and told her not to worry. She new someone who could hook them up with an apartment and she had enough to live on until they got the show off the ground.
They hauled their luggage out onto the highway and Damballah locked up the house. Good riddance-the living room was starting to stink, anyway.
Their thumbs were up and they pushed their tits forward. They knew this game all too well.
It wasn't long before a car came down the road. Something about it was wrong, though, and Damballah felt a nervous tinge in the pit of her stomach.
"Oh shit."
It was too late. The sedan, the driven by the slimuck from Springfield, pulled to a stop. Damballah kept her head down.
Jesus. You'd think this guy would learn his lesson. You don't pick up strangers. Especially at this time of night. Shit.
Suzy got in the front and Damballah got in the back, covering her face. The geek who owned the car put the trunk in the trunk and slammed it shut. His face said he thought something was odd but couldn't pin it down. He was perplexed. He still had a few bruises on his cheeks.
He got in and they drove off.
Damballah made sure to keep her head down as they started down the road. Suzy could tell something was up, it was obvious that Damballah didn't want to be recognized.
"You from around here?"
"Nope-Detroit. Just visiting."
"I'm from Springfield muhself. ALMOST didn't pick you girls up-last time I picked up a hitch hiker, some young girl, she turned out to be a fuckin' dyke-real macho bitch and she sucker punched me and locked me in the trunk. Shit. If I ever see that bitch again ... "
Suzy understood immediately. She kept the conversation going, you know, small talk and no, we don't want to have a drink we gotta catch a bus but thanks anyway.
He pulled up at the bus stop and Damballah jumped out. Their driver climbed out, striving for a good look a the sultry dish that rode in the back seat. She sure was beautiful and she looked so damn familiar.
They pulled the trunk out just as the bus was pulling in. Their timing couldn't have been better.
He watched them throw the trunk in the cargo hold and climb aboard.
In a move of sheer arrogance and unparamounted stupidity, Damballah turned around as she boarded the bus and blew him a kiss.
He turned bet red, first from embarrassment (his cock got hard looking at her pucker her full lips) and then it hit him like a hod of bricks.
She was the one.
"HEY!!!!"
It was too late. The bus pulled out.
"Hey mister-where's that bus goin' to?"
"Chicago. Got a few stops on the way, though."
Chicago. Shit. He was going to be there in a few days for s salesman's convention. He wanted that bitch, he wanted her bad. Fuck.
He would have called the cops but with a wife and kids, well, it didn't seem like the smart thing to do. What was he doing picking up hitch hikers, women hitch hikers, anyway?
He was going to get her-find out who she was and fuck the daylights out of her. No one does what she did to Jack R. Shapiro, ace salesman, and gets away with it. No one.
CHAPTER SIX
"So what's the deal?"
"Ah fuck. What can I say? I wanted a car. It was a stupid thing to do but at least I had fun. Picked up this woman just getting out of the pen."
"Well, he definitely recognized you. I hope he doesn't call the pigs."
"He won't."
"You seem pretty damn sure of yourself."
"What the fuck. Kicks keep getting harder to find."
It wasn't long before Damballah was falling asleep on Suzy's shoulder. Bus rides did that to her. The motion and stuffy air always made her drowsy.
Suzy thumbed through a newspaper and looked out the window at the interstate. She was looking forward to her new gig as a professional domanatrix of the stage. No more hustling at conventions. She hated having to fuck married jerks who thought they were getting away with something. They invariably came in seconds.
She looked over at her dozing friend. She was starting to sweat and her mouth was twitching. It looked like she was having a bad dream.
Inside of Damballah's pretty head she was being tortured, bound in an impossible position and in a lot of pain.
Her hands were bound behind her by what must have been a pair of handcuffs.They pinched the thin skin under her wrists and were crushing her bones. They were cold and unyielding.
Her legs were bound with a length of thick rope, the kind that gives ugly red rope burns and smells like canabis when it's burning.
The rope ran from each ankle around her back, under her arms. Her legs formed a sharp "V" with her body and she couldn't do a damn thing. The rope was ripping at the flesh under her arms and digging into her shapely ankles.
Her calves pounded as the blood couldn't get to her feet, cut off by the tight rope and elevated as they were.
Her thighs were starting to cramp up and hurt more than the intricate series of rings piercing her nipples and pulling apart her cunt.
In her dream she was thinking that this wild torture device was extreme even for her, so used to Nino's twisted inventions.
One large ring pierced both tits and it hurt like hell. But the pain was nothing compared to what was happening in her pussy.
The large nipple penetrating ring was connected to another small ring which in turn was connected to a larger ring that was hooked through the tops of her labia.
The distance between her tits and he cunt was being drastically reduced as her hooked nipples were being tugged downward by the ring in her cunt and vice versa.
It was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in and that's saying a lot.
Matters were made much worse by the hook pulling on the bottom of her slit. It was stretching the shit out of her pussy, digging right into her tender pink tunnel, hooked over her pelvic bone and gnawing down.
It was like a goddam mea thook and it was miserable.
Through all of this she was aware of a pounding headache, the oddest throbbing tension al over her skull.
She realized she was being suspended from her hair.
The whole set up was hopelessy bizarre and disgusting. Her body was being stretched out of shape, like she was on some futuristic rack. She was sweating and felt like vomiting.
She could see herself crying out, screaming, but no relief came. Her perpetrators, muscle-bound men wearing white masks would not let up. They slapped her repeatedly, spit on her and were getting ready. to piss on her.
They stood naked in front of her. Their cocks were enormous. Logs. And fully engorged with blood.
They were jerking off. It looked like she was going to get a sticky shower of salty semen before the golden bath of hot piss.
She tried hard no to cry but she looked down and saw her clit bloody and battered. She had no feeling in her cunt, just a dull throbbing. She knew it was pain hiding behind an overworked brain that had turned itself off to combat the brutal torture.
Their cocks disgusted her but obviously they found her to be rather exciting.
The first man to reach orgasm yelled out loud when he started shooting his load all over her naked body.
She was repulsed.
In another moment the rest of them reached orgasm and she was being assaulted with five streams of hot jism.
But it wasn't cum-she could tell right away. It smelled foul. It was too milky, too pus-like to be your basic cum.
No.
This was the same stuff that she had squeezed out of Sheila's tit. Raunchy white pus that had been stored in the body, festering and fermenting for years.
It stunk like sweat and shit and some horrific but undefinable human by-product.
She felt bile at the back of her throat and swallowed it back. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
It was miserable.
The golden showers of urine came without warning.
They just started pissing on her. That was all she could take and her stomach emptied all over herself.
She was a fucking mess-covered in smelly slime and piss and vomit. Her neck went limp and her head crashed into her chest.
Her stomach tried to send up more but there was nothing left. The dry heaves were painful and with each contortion of her belly the hooks dug into her slit deeper and yanked on her nipples harder.
This was nothing less than the most brutal degradation of all time.
She opened her eyes and through her tears saw the men take off their masks. They were all the same man-Jack R. Save, but she didn't know his name. He looked at her, all five or six of him, with a bloody vengance.
Somehow, somewhere he had picked up a gun, just one of him, the one that seemed to be in charge.
It was a big Magnum, a cop gun and the kind used to kill cops. One shot would out a whole in someone you could climb through.
He slowly approached her and she screamed and screamed and he jammed it into her pussy.
She was wet but not from cunt honey. Just sweat and it hurt like hell going in without proper lubrication.
He didn't seem to notice her screaming and he slid it in and out of her and finally she was starting to get wet.
Her brain was coming back to life and it turned on the pain.
It was sharp and ripped through her body but her thoughts were on the gun in her cunt. It was crazy but he was bringing her to orgasm.
He slid the gun almost all the way out of her pussy and cocked the hammer back.
He spit in her face.
And then he smiled.
And then he pulled the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"Wake up baby ... "
"Huhh?"
She was sweating and her heart was pounding. This was worse than any nightmare she ever had in prison.
"You had a bad dream honey-it's OK."
Damballah was suddenly aware of the sordid looks she was buying from just about everyone on the bus.
She brushed a tear off of her eye and let SuzV hold her and comfort her. It had been very real and she was terrified.
After a long to me she finally spoke.
"It was him."
"Who honey?"
"That man. The one who I fucked up last week."
"It's over now, baby. Don't worry."
"He's gonna get me. He's gonna come to Chicago and kill me and hurt mne and-it was just awful ... "
"Now, now ... "
Suzy comforted her and before too much longer she was napping peacefully on Suzy's shoulder.
*****
Kashmer was a dive of a nightclub, a seedy bar in a room the size of a subway car and a platform about the size of a telephone book that was supposed to be a stage.
But the bartender seemed nice enough, a middle aged transexual named Dallas. She was darn good looking for someone who used to be a man.
Apparently, Suzy and Dallas were old friends coz they wasted no time in embracing each other and sharing niceties.
"This is Damballah."
"That's a beautiful name, love. Glad to meet you." Damballah nodded likewise and they all sat at the bar.
Dallas reached over the bar and grabbed three glasses. From the customer's side she pulled three drafts and put them on the bar, sliding Damballah's down to her cowboy style. Damballah caught it and smiled.
"So how's business?"
"Sucks. Can't never get a good crowd in here. The S & M crowd comes in when there's a good show but there aren't any in town. Everybody is in New York. I say fuck 'em. I might have to start booking all male reviews for the fags. Plenty of them around and there money is good, but, well, the city's crackin' down coz of the AIDS scare and I don't really feel like dealing with it."
"We've come to save you then."
"How'd you figure? Aren't you here to work the convention over at the Horizon?"
"Nope. I'm outta that. No more hooking. We're stars of the stage now."
"Oh yeah?"
Damballah opened the trunk and pulled out a few of the wilder looking devices-the painful spring hinged dildo, the black rubber suit and a complex looking pussy stretching device.
"Jesus."
"You never saw this stuff before?"
"I think once in some arty farty magazine, some college rag. Called it high art. Jesus, I never imagined. You use this stuff?"
"All of it."
Dallas nodded her head in disbelief and they drank their beers and smoked a few cigarettes. "Are you ready to start?"
"ASAP."
"Well, you got it this weekend then. Gimme just enough time to put an ad in a few of the sleazy tabloids and get a few of the local smut writers to come down and review it. What do you call yourselves?"
They both shrugged their shoulders. "How 'bout, uh, well, just simply Brutal Degredation!"
They smiled. She hit the nail right on the head. "Let's toast. To Brutal Degradation." They clinked glasses and tipped their beers. "Where a re you girls staying?"
"Don't know yet. Just got off the bus."
"Well lemme see what I can do. Maybe I can fix ya up with something."
Dallas poured them each another beer and went off to use the phone.
Suzy and Damballah shared a smile.
"Well? Looks like it's gonna work out."
"I guess so. Damn. I'm still thinking about that awful dream I had on the bus. Fuck."
"Forget it will ya? We've got Brutal Degradation to perpetrate. We got a lot it work out before Saturday."
They toasted again and in another moment Damballah returned looking rather pleased.
"You girls mind living upstairs from a whorehouse? You won't have to be involved with any business or anything, just live upstairs. It's the top floor of an old brownstone and you can rent it for a song."
"Sounds alright. Damballah?"
She nodded.
"You don't have any wheels do you? "Nope."
"Well I'll spin you over there. The madam is an old friend and she owes me one. Helluva gal. Name's Maria."
Dallas helped them get the trunk in the car and they took off across the part of Chicago known as Old Town.
It's a run down neighborhood lit up with neon at night. If you want to see a peep show or pay to get laid, it's the place to go.
It doesn't have the romantic appeal of Forty Second Street in New York, or nearly as many video parlors and strip joints, and it doesn't even have as many lights as Broadway in San Francisco, but for the perverts in Chicago there's no other place to go.
The whore house, Madam Maria's House of Pleasure, was located in a better neighborhood just a few minutes out of Old Town. Her place was impressive form the outside-it looked like a pretty swank apartment, almost out of place in this ghetto.
When they went in the girls all put aside magazines and looked up and crossed their legs high but when they saw it wasn't a client they sighed and went back to reading about soap operas and pro-wrestling. Not the world's smartest whores.
Madam Maria descended the steps in a flowing red dress. She was beautiful if not thin.
Herr tits were enormous and they were pushed up so that her cleavage looked about twenty thousand fathoms deep.
She had curly black hair that dropped behind her shoulders and her lips were striking red to match her dress.
She walked down the staircase on her heels and welcomed her friend and her two new borders. "Welcome," she said.
Dallas introduced the girls to their landlord and they went upstairs to checkout their new home.
It was lovely. They each had their own room complete with lacey window shades and four poster beds. Between then was a master bath. Everything looked very old and very clean.
Madam Maria said they could take it for two hundred bucks a month. No problem-that was a deal.
Dallas headed back to Kashmer and left them to their own devices.
*****
Damballah and Suzy hugged each other and shared a light kiss. They were plenty excited at the prospects of putting on a heavy duty show.
Damballah emptied the trunk and put her clothes ion a dresser and laid out the torture devices on the bed.
They looked good there-all the black rubber and shiny dangerous looking metal contrasted well with the soft Victorian decor.
They took an account of everything they had and started deciding right away which things to feature. Obviously, every performance was going to be different but they wanted to have some sort of game plan.
The one thing they were missing was the larger pieces of equipment, the stuff that was too big, like furniture, to bring on a bus.
But Damballah had the forsight to bring a whole mess of loose spikes and some extra straps and a bag of rings, the kind they used to put in their pussies and stretch their lips so that they could put something together when they arrived.
"Maybe we should go to a hardware store?"
"Later. Let's see if we can't get some grass. I'm dying to get high."
Suzy sauntered down the stairs and was met by less than welcoming eyes. Whores were like that. Didn't like anybody to even think they were moving in on their action.
"Madam Maria?"
Madam Maria came out from behind a curtain.
"Hi honey. Look-we don't have any clients now so it's OK but in the future do me a favor and come down the back way. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you knew anywhere we could score a few joints ... "
"Of course. Hilary?"
A blond haired girl, petit and easily the prettiest girl in the room, but who couldn't have been more than sixteen, came over to them.
"Got any reefer you could spare? This is Suzy. She and her friend Damballah would like to get high."
"Oh, uh sure."
One thing a good hooker never did, no matter what she felt was to piss off the Madam.
She went through a curtain and came back with a small bag of dope.
"Say-you've had a few Johns already today so why don't you go upstairs with Suzy and smoke some yourself. Give the other girls a chance to make a few bucks today."
That sounded reasonable and anyway she was getting bored.
When she got upstairs to their room her eyes nearly popped out at the amazing array of S & M toys.
"Jesus," she said.
They smoked a few joints of Hilary's Columbian grass. Both Damballah and Suzy were starting to get horny. Long bus rides and afternoon beers can do that.
Hilary was definitely high and she began to fondle the dildo, the special one with the hidden spring.
Damballah thought she looked terrific wearing her sexy lingerie. She was wearing white stockings and a white garter belt that really complimented her blond bush. She had on red, open toed heels and her nails were painted red to match.
Her tits were svelt but shapely and her rosebud nipples peeked over her white lace "teddy."
She looked like a whore should look-inviting.
Damballah decided to take the invitation.
As Hilary was fondling the cock Damballah began kissing the back of her neck softly and dabbing her gently with her tongue.
She slipped her hand under Hilary's "teddy" and found her slit to be moist and receptive.
Her finger slid in effortlessly and she finger fucked her slowly, taking time to rub her clit between strokes.
She slid her finger out and turned the young girl around. Their mouths mashed together and they gnashed teeth.
"God-you're making me hot. I never get it good anymore-only from the guys that come in here and they are about the lousiest bunch of penises, well, I guess you know."
Damballah was a bit offended because she had never, ever been a prostitute but she let it go and kissed her new lover.
Suzy cleared the bed and picked up a handful of straps.
"Thanks for getting us high, baby ... "
She began to tie down the young girl, one limb to each bed post.
Hilary didn't protest. She was digging it.
They weren't too rough, certainly nothing like the way they had treated Sheila, but they tied her down securely.
Suzy sat on the girls face and her tongue started working immediately.
Damballah went for the dildo and slid it into Hilary's hot wet cunt.
Suzy was moaning as Hilary ate her out precisely, her tongue flickering over her clit and then diving deep into her tunnel. Her cunt was soft and hotter than hell. And she tasted great, like a woman should.
Hilary was moaning now too as Damballah fucked her with the dildo. She hadn't felt such a strong cock in the whole to me she had been at Madam Maria's House of Pleasure.
Damballah left the cock deep inside of her and moved to Suzy's erect tits.
"Mmmmmm ... "
She was determined to help Hilary make her friend cum.
It wasn't going to take long. Not with those two beautiful women eating out her pussy and sucking at her tits. She was just about there.
Damballah ran her teeth over Suzy's nipples and bit down lightly, teasing and tickling.
She reached around her and grabbed the metal shaft lodged in Hilary's tight twat and began to pump her with it.
"Ohhhhh. ... "
Hilary's lips buzzes against Suzy's mound and both girls trembled.
Damballah picked up the speed and was bringing Hilary closer to orgasm. As she neared climax, her tongue started moving faster in and out of Suzy's seething cunt and whipping he clit into a frenzy.
And then Damballah did it.
She pushed the button that released the spring that made the dildo snap forward.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
It came as quite a shock and Hilary accidentally bit Suzy's pussy. It didn't matter-it was the right thing to do and Suzy started creaming in her face.
Damballah gave the metal prick a goo twist and Hilary started cumming as well. She was lapping at Suzy's pussy like a thirsty dog and her body was shaking, still bound by the rubber straps.
Damballah just watched, taking a good whiff of all the excited pussy in the room.
Mmmmmmm.
She was going to like living here. A lot.
CHAPTER SEVEN
They spent the next few days getting high and building some stage props. Nothing too fancy, just mean looking spiked wooden stands with cunt rings prominently placed.
It was gonna be a helluva show.
In fact, when Dallas saw what they had in stored she was almost scared.
"Chicago will never be the same," she said. "Shit-who wouldn't pay ten bucks to see one of you straddle that thing?"
Dallas showed them the ads she ran in the smut rags, the newsprint jobs with the lousy photos of junkies trying to get it on.
They were impressed. It just said "Brutal Degradation" and underneath was a warning to the week of heart, the squeamish, etc. It was nice bold type and it those words looked mean.
"I've spread the word," Dallas told them. "We're gonna have at least one packed house. And if you guys are as good as I know you are, well, hand over fist. We'll be raking it in hand over fist." Her eyes lit up with dollar signs.
*****
The day of the first show was upon them without warning. It was a g ray, rainy sort of day and the elevated trains seemed louder than usual.
Suzy and Damballah got lit from Madam Maria, who was becoming their good friend. She was looking forward to seeing their show.
"I'm not too into this brutality," she told them "but Christ almighty I seen that shit and I gotta wonder."
They got to Kashmer in the afternoon and set up their chosen stage piece, a wooden horse about two and a half feet high, just the right size to straddle.
It was covered with spikes of various sizes and at the from there was a ring for someone's pierced labia.
At the back of the thing was a space to hold that someone's wrist behind their back.
There was no way someone could try to use this thing and not feel a lot of pain. It was wonderful and Suzy and Damballah were both very proud of it. They had made it themselves.
Dallas lifted an eyebrow and poured than each a beer as they set it up.
"Whose gonna ride that thang? Jesus, Mary and Joseph-you gotta be outta your mind to even think about it!!!"
"Looks like it's gonna be me tonight. We flipped a coin."
Dallas looked at her old friend Suzy.
"Hey baby-I'm a pro. Don't worry. Just count the money, honey." She hoisted her beer and drank half of it in one gulp.
"Jesus. Tough bitches."
They all laughed.
*****
Kashmer was starting to get filled up. Of course it didn't take much to fill this place-three people made it look crowded, but they were really packing them in. And what a wonderful display of well dressed people!!
Everyone had on black leather. Jackets, boots, collars-you name it. And of course the women were wearing the highest, sharpest, most dangerous heels. It was exciting just to be there in that crowd.
Some of them were professionals of course. After the show the place would turn into a pick up joint for potential slaves and domineering slave drivers, and there were definitely more than a handful of potentially profitable hustlers. Always some guy willing to give up his paycheck to have his cock tortured by a beautiful woman dressed to the teeth.
Damballah and Suzy were in the back room, not really a dressing room since they shared it with some empty kegs and a stack of beer cases, smoking a joint Hilary had given them.
She turned out to be a real good person-generous with her pot and willing to make good love. She was somewhere in the audience tonight, just as eager to see the show as anyone else.
It was getting closer and closer tot show time. The girls wee getting nervous and they kept puffing on the joint hoping it would relax them.
Damballah peeked into the bar. It was packed. You could hardly hear the juke box over the hub bub of the crows and that thing was LOUD.
Dallas snuck away from the bar and gave them a five minute warning.
"When this song's over I'm gonna turn off the juke and then give it a minute or two before you come out-get 'em good and ready and then blow their minds." She smiled at them and then gave each one of them a kiss on the forehead.
"I'll turn the music back on after you come out and I'll turn it up all the way. Hey-" she grabbed the joint away from Suzy. "Give me some uh that." She took a hearty toke and passed it back.
"Good luck."
*****
The song ended and the crowd became aware of its own bantering. People scurried for the few remaining chairs and after a long moment everything was hushed.
Damballah finished putting in her rubber outfit-the halter with the tit squeezing holes, the helmet, the gloves and the rubber pants without a crotch. She bounced on her toes for a moment to get limbered up and gave Suzy the thumbs up.
Suzy pulled off the oversized shirt she was wearing and she was completely naked except for her shiny black high heeled shoes. They pushed up her ass and put some rhythm in her walk. Indispensible in these situations.
The silence was frightening. It was damn quiet out there. They could hear some ice cubes tinkle against glasses and someone was smoking a joint. They could hear them suck and then cough.
They both giggled for a moment but then got extremely serious.
Dallas put on the music. It was pounding heavy metal-slow and throbbing. It sounded like torture in the hot desert and it set the mood.
IT was time.
Damballah grabbed Suzy by the hair. Her other hand held a spiked metal dildo. Not the one with the spring, because the audience wouldn't see that. This was just a spiked pipe and it looked scary as all hell.
Damballah yanked her girlfriends mane. She was not gentle and Suzy gave her first yelp of the evening. She dragged her out in front of the crowd and they were met by a round of solid applause.
"Forget the crowd," Damballah told herself. "Have fun. Go for it."
She pulled hard on Suzy's hair and threw her onto the ground. She put her high heeled boot ion her mouth and ordered her to suck.
Suzy wasn't quick enough so Damballah kicked her hard.
She put her heel right in her girlfriends erect nipple and began to sink it in to her tit.
"Uhhhhhhh ... Uhhhhhhhhhh....
UHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
It really did hurt, but not as much as she would have everyone believe. That's part of show biz, folks.
Damballah jumped up and spun around, her heel pivoting it deep into Suzy's tit.
"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!"
That hurt a fuck of a lot and her scream was hair raising and even louder than the music.
Damballah grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet.
All eyes were on that wild looking torture device. Anticipation was building, but they would have to wait, wait until the last possible second. That was good showmanship.
Damballah worked her knee into Suzy's bald cunt. It wasn't so bald as it was a few days ago, her hair starting to sprout up in prickly nubs and it made her pussy itch as Damballah grinded her black rubber knee into her groin.
Suzy was getting wet and she moved forward to touch Damballah's bare tits.
She was rewarded with a brisk slap in the face. The rubber stung and she hit the ground.
Damballah kicked her legs wide open with her spiked heels and then positioned one of them at Suzy's pussy.
The look of fear in Suzy's eyes was a big turn on and Damballah pushed her heel deep inside of her, the sole of her boot pressing hard against her clit.
She yanked it out with unexpected ferocity and grabbed her by the hair. "UHHHHH!!!"
She was back on her feet. Damballah promptly punched her in the stomach and she doubled over in pain.
Once again Damballah, Mistress Supreme grabbed her by the hair but this time she jammed Suzy's face into her cunt.
Suzy lapped at it eagerly and for the first time Damballah looked out at the audience. Everyone was paying close attention. No one was even drinking or smoking. She smiled wanly and then closed her legs around Suzy's head and jumped into the air.
It had the effect of boxing her ears and she reeled back wards onto her ass. Damballah kicked her in the ribs and spit on her.
Suzy pulled herself up for more abuse.
Damballah pushed her over so that her ass was high in the air. It looked great towering over those high heeled shoes.
Damballah took the dildo and let it reflect the stage light. There were a few "oo's" and "ah's" but they couldn't be heard over the roaring music.
Damballah began to slide it, no, force it up into Suzy's ass. The crowd watched in horror as the spikes got closer and closer to her tender pink anus.
The shrieks from the audience were clearly audible above the music as Damballah jammed the sharp toothed prong into her slaves pretty asshole.
"AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Everyone heard that scream. It hurt like unholy hell, like fish hooks snagged in your shit tunnel. That's a lot of pain for a place that doesn't even get touched too often.
Damballah pulled it out slowly and then forced it back in. It was only by the grace of God that it didn't tear her anus to bloody ribbons.
She yanked it out and the spikes snagged Suzy's dirty highway and she let out a spleen splintering wail.
"WAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!"
A few less than hearty people in the audience turned their heads as a bit of torn flesh came flying out of her asshole along with a drizzle of dark blood and bits of hardened shit.
And then there were those hard core pain and mutilation freaks who smiled and even laughed.
That was sufficient impetus for Damballah to do it again. This time, though, to was going into her pussy.
She kicked Suzy's legs apart. The poor girl had tears in her eyes but goddam she was excited, fuck yes. She was surprised that she didn't cum right there.
Damballah positioned the shark-toothed phallus in front of Suzy's dripping cunt hole. She turned to the audience and smiled. There was a brief but vivacious smathering of applause and she forced it into her hot wet slit.
The pain in Suzy's face told the story of those spikes cutting her insides.
Damballah slowly fucked her with it, easing it in and out. Suzy was dripping on the floor. She was getting near orgasm.
Damballah pushed it al the way in and left it there. Suzy dare not move lest those gnarly spikes penetrate her tunnel and scar her for life.
Damballah grabbed at her slave's tits and gave her nipples a hard twist. They were harder than they had ever been. They were reaching new extremes in sexual pain and pleasure.
And doing it for an audience really turned them on.
Damballah delivered a walloping back hand slap across Suzy's throat and she gagged and turned red. It was all she could do to stay on her feet.
CRACK!!!!!
She got slapped again and the sound of the black rubber careening against Suzy's flesh could be heard over the music. A few people winced.
Damballah turned towards the audience as if to say "you ain't seen nothing yet."
She ripped the dildo out of Suzy's cunt and a shower of cunt honey splattered between her legs. The pungent aroma wafted through the air. Another dribble oozed down Suzy's legs. It was pink.
Damballah dropped the dildo and eyed the spiked horse. She smiled at the audience. And then she motioned with her eyes for Suzy to straddle that thing. It was time to ride the pony.
But first things first.
Damballah hooked the ring through Suzy's pierced cunt lips. A few gasps could be heard over the music. They were obviously impressed.
Damballah snapped Suzy's arms behind her in a fierce hammerlock. The pain shot up her shoulders and she winced.
Damballah pulled her back, stretching her labia, tugging in the ring and pulling the bound woman closer and closer to the sharp series of spikes.
The only thing Damballah was worrying about would be when to stop.
She decided she would stop when Suzy came.
She pulled her back and then eased up only to pull her back. She was playing with her friends cunt like it was a yo-yo.
Suzy could feel the tips of the spikes at her ass crack. They were forboding and warned her of the finale.
Damballah pulled her back and let the spikes grace her anus and just touch the most remote part of her twat.
Suzy was damn close to orgasm.
The fear of being hut more and the frustration of not being hurt enough were going to get her there, though. Any second now.
Her cunt lips stretched damn near five inches. They hurt like hell but she knew she could go farther.
Extremes.
That was what she was all about.
Damballah gave her what she wanted.
She yanked back on her, stretching her cuntlips far and one of the spikes caught her twat and knicked it, not enough to really fuck it up but enough to produce a trickle of blood.
Maybe only a little blood came out, but all the feelings in her cunt and clit and tits, all filled with pulsating hot blood, fought to fill her tiny laceration and the orgasm began.
She convulsed involuntarily and a spike caught her hard in the ass.
" AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Jesus fucking Christ.
The orgasm lasted minutes.
The audience was amazed. They knew she wasn't faking.
Every one was on their feet clapping, screaming, hollering and generally whooping it up.
They got their money's worth tonight, boy oh boy did they ever.
"Fabulous."
"Fucking amazing."
"My God!!!"
The audience was trying to cram into the store room Damballah and Suzy were using as a dressing room.
Dallas came by and hustled every one away so the girls could spend a minute alone. "You OK?"
"Nothing that won't heal. You were great." They hugged each other and changed into street clothes.
"But Jesus Christ I'm sore. Ooooo...." Damballah smiled and kissed her friend o the forehead.
Dallas came back in a moment, all smiles.
"Fuckin' great, man. What can I say? We did real good at the door and you can bet your battered cunt they're all gonna be back next week."
"How much we make?"
"About a thousand at the door. Usually I split that with the performers but I'm gonna give it all to you just this one night. You deserve it. Any way, I'm making a killing at the bar. After that everyone's buying double shots of whiskey. At eight bucks a pop. We did fine tonight."
"I want a double shot of whiskey myself."
Suzy smiled. "I think I could use about a pint."
Hilary edged her way in and gave them both a kiss.
"I've never seen anything like it. You guys are stars!!!"
"Got a joint?"
"You know I do."
They stood around smoking grass for a long moment and Dallas bought them all drinks. Everyone was in a fine mood.
By and by they finished the reefer and walked out into the bar. It was still packed and everyone was talking about what they had just seen. The girls walked outside to get some air.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Everything seemed to be going great. The money was good and they had a nice place to stay. The had made some new friends and ran into some ol one's. There was always plenty of grass to smoke and whiskey to drink. And the best thing of all i that they enjoyed their work.
Living on the top floor of a whorehouse had its advantages, too. It was a sexy place to be and the girls were all very nice. All of them except for older woman named Joanie.
She was the only person who ever gave Suzy and Damballah a hard time. She sneered and hissed at them. Maybe it was professional jealousy, but who knows? She was just plain rude and let it be known that she didn't like them living above her work place.
She resented the money they made in a single Saturday night. She had to fuck all week to make just a bit more than that and she resented the fact that they sat around all week smoking pot or going to bars. Her life was a nightmare-why should their's be so damn rosy?
And she didn't like their asthetics. Joanie didn't like their wild S & M shannanigans. She thought it was just too degrading. Of course the life of being a whore for twenty five bucks a throw wasn't exactly dignified, either. Joanie knew it and she hated it like sin.
She had a fairly reasonable childhood-no broken family or alcoholic dad, but she always seemed to have troubles adjusting and getting along with her peers. She felt so damn superior.
At fifteen she had ran away with her boyfriend, a twenty year old hoodlum from Kalamazoo, Michigan who wound up in the slammer for armed robbery.
She had been disowned by her middle class family and was not invited back to her home. She started walking the streets.
Working for Madam Maria was a lot better than cruising old town for Johns but she was still pretty pissed that she had forsaken her high school diploma and a possible college career. There was no turning back and hooking was all that she knew.
She looked at the other girls and saw herself: stupid girls locked into selling themselves, no motivation to find honest work and no lifestyle to be proud of. Her only friends were whores and pimps and she had and enough.
Understandably she wasn't too popular around Madam Maria's House of Pleasure. Madam Maria would have fired her too, sent her packing her bags except that JOANIE was there as a favor The Madam owed to a pimp friend and it was a favor she intended to hold up. Joanie was damn lucky for that because she could have been black listed from hooking in Chicago. AND nobody liked free agents.
All this added up to a double bind situation. Joanie could be surly and know she wouldn't get fired, but then again Madam Maria could give her a rough deal and not have to worry about anything except maybe some lip service. Joanie was there for the duration.
But she was getting to the point of really pissing everyone off. She was rude it clients, inexcusable behavior in a business that thrived on regular customers, and she was rude to the other girls ad that was bad for morale. It was time she was taught a lesson and Maria knew just who to hire.
Suzy and Damballah owed the Madam a favor besides the rent money they were paying. It was damn nice of her to take them in and give them such a fine flat at such a swell rate.
One day, after a run in with Joanie that turned into a screaming match, Madam Maria decided it was best to keep her voice down and vent her spleen with a little discipline at the hands of the S & M act known as Brutal Degradation.
"Make her beg for mercy," Madam Maria, told the girls, "Don't mark her up too much but make it hurt like hell." She smiled. "I know I can count on you girls."
All they needed was a plan of action.
*****
It was late one evening, round about 4 am and the girls were having a little party after a good day of fuucking and sucking for money. Everyone was in on the plan to teaching the bitch a lesson and they could barely keep a straight face as they passed her joints.
Joanie was going to learn her lesson and she was going to learn it well.
She took the joints that were handed to her and hogged them and was making a drunken idiot out of herself with everyone's booze. She was a fucking freeloader and it made them all sick.
"Hey baby," Joanie would start in, "Why dontcha gimme a hit uh that, ay?"
Hilary had had enough.
"Why dontcha get some of your own, baby. I'm tired of your shit, always taking, taking, taking. Fuck you, man, coz I've had enough of your shit and if it weren't for Maria owing your old pimp a favor your ass would be dried up in some stoop on the Southside panhandling to buy some junk."
"I'm sick uh you fuckin' whores comin" on all high and mighty like," rebutted and now everyone was listening and they were eager to put the bitch in her place.
It was only another moment before she was surrounded by unfriendly faces and she realized she was in trouble. They were grinning sadistically.
"UHHHHHHH!!!!"
She caught a fist in the gut and she doubled over out of breath.
"What's the idea?"
"The idea is that bad girls get punished."
The next thing Joanie knew her hands were cuffed behind her back. Damballah had slapped on the handcuffs and was none too gentle about it, either.
"Fuckin' scumbag whores. You're all shit."
That bought her a slap across the face and she would have hit the ground but one of the girls caught her and shoved her into the crowd.
They pushed her back and forth among them selves, each person ripping off some of her clothes and shoving her back into the circle.
Pretty soon her clothes were rags on the floor and Joanie had made the smart decision to humble herself and keep her mouth shut.
Suzy knocked her to her knees and jammed a bar between her arms and her back. That not only hurt, but it kept her off balance and she couldn't get up.
"Brutal degradation," one girl said and the others agreed. ALL eyes were on Damballah and Suzy, masters of pain and punishment. They just smiled and got ready to do business. Suzy reached into her trunk and found a candle holder. It was a cheap wood thing but it worked well enough, holding three candles breast high for a woman on her knees. She had made it just yesterday for part of the act. The orange tongue of flames was very erotic.
Damballah lit the candles with her disposable lighter and the glow lit up her face. She put it about six inches in front of Joanie. Her face turned white with fear. She could already feel the heat of the candles on her nipples and they were starting to get hard.
Damballah pushed them an inch closer to her and it was getting hotter on her white flesh.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!!"
"Shut up. It's time you learned a lesson."
"Maria isn't gonna like this, man. You know she likes her girls to get along."
"So you know that, do you?" Damballah pushed the flames closer.
"Man you're gonna burn me!!"
Their were a few laughs from the room and Damballah pushed the candles closer.
The wax was dripping onto the base and the candles were getting just a bit shorter. Joanie tried to pull away from them but she got a knee in the back and she couldn't move, not with her hand bound like that.
The candles were just about the right length to burn under her tits now and Damballah smiled wanly before pushing them forward.
Joanie's face was pale white and she was sweating. The heart glowed on her nipples and they felt warm, not only from the flames but from the blood rushing into her nipples.
She closed her eyes and tried to concentrate so as not to feel to much pain.
IT wasn't working. For a moment there it seemed like she might be able to stand it but as the second ticked by the heat was becoming more intense.
"PLEASSSSEE!!!!" She finally screamed. The hear was burning her nipples. "I'll do anything ... PLEASE!!!! MOVE THESES THINGS!!!"
Someone grabbed her hair from behind and Joanie's neck snapped back. Her tits were still over the candles.
She was sweating and was beginning to feel nauseous. Her tits felt like they were fire and she couldn't move. There was a tear in her eye and the girls were laughing and hooting and hollering.
The humiliation was as painful as the fire on her tits. She was being made an example of and she was paying the price for being a dissonant personality.
She begged for mercy and was making all sorts of panicked promises about being nice to everybody from now on. No one was buying it and the candles continued to burn.
Her nipples were turning an ugly shade of red and Damballah caught the first whiff of burning flesh. Joanie was sobbing in silence, biting her lower lip.
Damballah blew out the candles and Joanie started to cry out loud. "SHUT UP!!!!"
Suzy slapped her across the face.
"You're goddam lucky we didn't let 'em burn. "
Joanie looks like a mess, on her knees with her hands bound behind her back, her eyes puffy from crying and the slightest blisters appearing on her nipples.
Suzy slapped her again. Joanie's face was beet red and she whimpered as she got hit.
Damballah picked up the candle holder and pushed the gooey wax onto Joanie's breasts. It dripped off of the base and clung to her tits. It felt creepy as all hell on her over sensitive singed nipples and she felt like crying some more but she was already sobbing and that would have to do.
The other girls wee laughing as the wax dribbled over her nipples and hardened around them. They could imagine it must have felt foreign and weird, oddly constricting and generally disgusting.
Joanie closed her eyes and clenched her teeth. She had been made a spectacle of, humiliated in front of her peers and it was no one's fault but her own. For the first time in ten years she felt like going to church.
They unbound her hands and she fell on her back. She felt like a piece of dog shit under someone's shoe and she picked the wax off of her tits as everyone laughed.
As soon as she was on her feet she caught a spiked heel in the ass and got kicked out of the room. She went off with her tail between her legs, cussing and crying and planning on revenge, but knowing full well she had better be o her best behavior around the ol' House of Pleasure.
*****
The reviews of the Brutal Degradation show were coming back now and everything looked as positive as it did the first night.
The smut magazines all gave it space and the critics were in agreement: it was the best S & M show ever to come through Chicago and it was highly recommended. The nicest review they received though was in a tabloids called The Grind. It was head and shoulders above the rest of the crappy smut-zines not only in the quality of writing but in their outlook on smut.
They were always pushing First Amendment Absolutism and publishing stories that bordered on the libelous while they hid behind the sanctity of the Fourth Estate. The entire staff were college graduates and they strived to make their magazine more readable than the usual shitty prose that accompanied sleazy fuck pictures.
The review was written by their editor, one Herschel Bernstein. It was called "The Start of the Art of Pain."
Rarely do high quality sex shows even bother to stop in our fare metropolis, the floozies and junkies that usually are the stars vying to make their bucks in New York or California. And even when that do stop by, it's bound to be some run of the mill burlesque or two sickos getting it on and not giving a damn about the paying customers.
I'm happy to say that Chicago has finally been paid its due in the form of a show called Brutal Degradation. The title is simple and they deliver.
And not only that, but they do it in a manner that borders on high art. Never before have I seen such dangerous looking stage props. We're not talking about mail order tit pinchers or dime store dildo's, we're talking about serious torture devices born of the Third Reich.
The main prop for Saturday night's show at the Kashmer Bar was a spiked saw horse with a ring for a woman's pierced labia. This, kids, is art.
And such is art that it produced a violent orgasm for the slave girl who rode that pony, a mega-blast of cum and torn flesh built from stretched cunt lips and a bleeding anus.
Beats the hell out of me where they landed such monstrous devices, but goddam it made for a good show. The two women, Suzy Macabre and Damballah Oskello are both radiant beauties and obviously enjoy their work.
Be forewarned: this is not for the squeamish. There is nothing soft about this, in fact it makes Caligula seem like a romp through the enchanted forest with the Mouseketeers.
Performances are at 11:30 at the Kashmer bar every Saturday night. This has to be seen to be believed.
Next to the review was a picture of the two women although not a wild action shot. You had to pay at the door to see that.
One of the people who chanced to read the review was none other than Jack R. Shapiro, salesman extrordinaire in town for a convention. He picked up the copy of The Grind at a news stand in search of a good escort service to employ while he was far away from his wife.
He had turned right away to the back of the tabloid to where the escort/massage/pay to get laid services ran their ads. He had his pick of a dozen or so fuck agencies and could pick Oriental girls, black girls, American girls with fake French accents, girls who took it took the ass, you name it.
It was too big a decision to make quickly so he took it back to the hotel with him to give it some thought and take another gander.
That's when he looked at the review and that's when he saw the photo of Damballah and Suzy.
"Oh my God," he said. And then he smiled.
He sat there looking at the photo for a good long time trying to figure out what he should do. He wanted to kill that bitch Damballah. Fuckin' tough girl sucker punched him and locked him in his trunk goddammit!!
Jesus Christ, though, she sure did look fine without any clothes on. And her friend wasn't too bad either. The more he looked at that photo they harder he got.
He closed his eyes and tried to imagine fucking her. He was all smiles.
He thought about fucking her for hours and hurting her with his cock. He touched himself.
He was hard as titanium and he yanked his cock out through his fly.
He squeezed his turgid rod and looked at the photo of the two beautiful naked woman. He really liked the way Suzy's bald pussy looked like. too. he imagined it all wet and hot and he imagined sliding his cock in there. Mmmmm....
His hand was starting to move up and down his shaft, loosely cupped and thoughtful.
He brought his hand up to his mouth and spit into it before bringing it back down to his cock.
It was hot and wet now just like he imagined their pussies to be and he slid his dick through his hand, stroking himself and dreaming of a tonight, hairless pussy.
"Uhhhh ... Ohhhh ... "
He was really getting into it now and he laid back on the bed and closed his eyes.
He jerked and tugged and pulled and stroked and spit into his hand again, his hot saliva pretending to be steamy cunt juice.
It was working just fine. Jack's balls were tight as all hell and he felt the first surge of orgasmic rush in the pit of his stomach.
He looked at the magazine on the bed next to him and closed his eyes to imagine having both of those women there with him.
One was sucking his cock while the other sat on his face. The one with the bald cunt and he ate her out until she came.
He spit into his hand a final time and prepared for blastoff.
He stroked himself faster and faster. His hand was getting weary but he kept it up coz he was so damn close to cumming.
"Uhhhh ... "
He looked at Damballah's tits and that was it. He came all over her.
His eyes snapped shut and his brain went into hyper-space. "UHHHHH!!!!!"
His dick started to get soft in his hand. He wiped off on the bed spread and lit a cigarette.
He looked at the cum stained picture of Damballah. "Maybe ," he thought, "Masturbating to her picture and cumming on it will have a mystical effect-an invokation of lust that will draw her closer."
Closer, that is, for the kill.
He made a mental note not to forget the time and name of the bar and he left the room to get drunk with his salesman buddies.
*****
Damballah and Suzy were smoking pot and getting ready for their next show. They were pleased as punch at the response that got for the first performance and wanted to keep it keep.
Dallas had told them that she had been getting calls all week from as far away as Cleveland. The word was out and it spread like a shipment of cheap Mexican grass.
Everybody wanted to see Brutal Degradation.
They were working on a new device for the next show. Prompted by the review that referred to them as art, Damballah had hit the drawing board and designed a brand new tit torture device.
It was a wonderful design, reminiscent of the Bauhaus and its broyer chairs, sleek, minimalist and efficient.
They enlisted one of the girls who worked downstairs to get her boyfriend, an auto mechanic, to weld it for them and they were so happy at what he made that Damballah gave him a tremendous blow.
It had excited her just to look at it.
It's steely frame glimmered in the light and it looked mysterious and suggestive. It looked like a lot of fun and it was sure to be a hit.
Hell-Nino would have been proud of them.
It wasn't as brutal as the saw horse with the spikes on it, mostly it was a glorified tit pulling, squeezing device, glorified that is in terms of its asthetic design. They talked about using it on someone in the audience. Someone lucky on the audience.
Both of them were tingly with excitement and moisture abounded in their cunts.
They packed the black rubber dildo as well as the one with the spikes and a handful of black rubber garments.
Dallas came to pick them up and they piled into her car. The House of Pleasure was very quiet, most of the girls working the convention. In fact, Joanie was their hustling one Jack R. Shapiro, salesman extrordinaire.
She had fucked him and sucked him and he wanted her to come to the show with him.
She hadn't been there last week but of course she had heard all about it. She had to be curious. She hated Suzy and Damballah but she was dying to see their show.
Brutal Degradation.
It was a very appealing idea.
CHAPTER NINE
Jack R. Shapiro, ace salesman was having a great time in the windy city. He had gotten drunk with his salesman buddies and found himself a good whore. He didn't even have to go trouncing around looking for an escort service. He found his party doll right there at the hotel.
Joanie was a good one, too. She may have been a bitch to the other girls and Madam Maria, but when she was working it was strictly business.
Jack R. Shapiro took her up to his hotel room and she boggled his mind and dick with her expert fellatio and her heavenly slit.
She sucked him off and he cam pretty darn quickly and it was a mighty blast. More powerful than he had ever enjoyed with his wife.
She gave him a second to catch his breath and then she took him back into her mouth and started sucking all over again.
It took a few minutes of high quality blow job for the blood to start returning to his groin.
She flicked her tongue on the underside of his pecker, where the light blue vein lives and waits for a woman's tongue to caress it.
She took all of him deep into her throat and forced her tongue down the length of him and played lightly over the base of his shaft.
Her teeth tickled him and he was definitely returning to a state of erection.
She forced his cock against the roof of his mouth and her tongue went willy nilly under his knob driving him crazy and making sure he would stay hard when she slid her mouth off of him and got ready to take him into her tight pussy.
His hands were on her tits. He wished his wife had tits like that, boy, nice and round and firm, not jiggly or sagging.
She slid her mouth off of his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, imitating a hot vagina.
She fondled his stick with her hands and ran her nails gently under his balls. They tightened up and it felt good.
He put his mouth over one of those luscious tits and sucked. He loved tits and rarely got a chance to do this.
Jack R. Shapiro was always on the road, selling his magazines and appliances and God knows what else and he was always o-n the prowl to get laid.
But that didn't happen too often unless he paid for it, and he rarely broke down and shelled out the dough.
Oh he had it, alright, just didn't like to spend it.
But tonight was different. He was all keyed up from traveling around and still pissed off about that cunt Damballah. If there was one thing Jack R. Shapiro hated it was a woman getting the best of him. And Damballah had done just that and she had gotten away with it.
Almost.
He wasn't thinking about her now, though. His mind was on his cock and inside of Joanie's twat.
She spread her legs wide and her cunt lips glimmered with moisture.
He dove in for a taste, licking the length of her slit and fucking her with his tongue.
He would never do that to his wife. She always smelled down there.
Joanie moaned and purred and that excited him. Of course she wasn't really going to cum, but that's part of being a pro. She was taking a dive.
Jack R. Shapiro kept on eating her out and yes, she was getting wet. AND her pussy was so damn hot on his tongue....
He moved his mouth up to her breasts and sucked hard on one and fondled the other one in his hands.
"Mmmmmmm ... "
She gyrated her hips and wrapped her legs around him.
She was still wearing her stockings and heels and they felt terrific around his waist, all rough and smooth, lacey and very, very sexy.
He was ready.
"Why don't you put it in me, baby?" He took his mouth off of her tit and smifed into her eyes.
Jesus, she thought, what a loser if he thinks I'm really liking this. How stupid can these salesman be?
He wasn't a stupid man but his ego was running the ship, like most men in the sack, and his ego said "Hey Jack-you be the one to make the whore cum. She gets it all the time and she probably never cares or even has fun. Be a real man and show her what you're made of."
Jack R. Shapiro did what his ego told him and smiled at her one more time as she raised her knees into the air.
Her heels were planted firmly on the bed and she looked fucking great.
He loved those sheer black stockings, the dark tops just above her knees and held up by a lacey black garter.
Jesus. If his wife dressed like that maybe he's be more into fucking her.
He positioned his cock in front of her opening and she guided him in, her long red nails leading the way into her hot wet pussy.
"OHHHHHH!!!!"
She was giving him the full show, lots of twisted facial expressions that said "You're so big!" and some random moans to make him think she was really digging it up a storm.
He slid his cock deep into her cunt and started pumping her, each stroke linger and harder than the one before it.
Her slender fingers and long nails caressed his face and she scratched his neck as he slid his rod ion and out of her fiery tunnel.
He pressed his face into her tits and sucked some more.
He kept pumping, pleased as punch that it was taking longer to cum.
It always did the second time around. "Harder, Jack, give it to me harder...." She used a breathy voice and it excited him. He fucked her harder and harder, building the friction around his cock and sweating profusely.
"Uhhhhh...." he said.
"Oh baby-that's it!! OHHHHHHH!!!!!"
She tightened her pussy around his rigidness and it got hotter in there and he slid in all the way, her soft bush tickling his wound up balls.
Jack R. Shapiro's face was getting pretty screwed up as he got closer to orgasm. His eyes were rolling back into his head and he was clenching his teeth and he was turning red.
He punded his cock into her again and again and she squeezed his penis tightly inside of her.
Joanie reached down and caressed his ball while he fucked her.
That was all he need.
He felt that magical surge in the pit of his stomach and a thumping in his heart.
His cock was throbbing and he kept fucking her, loving every inch of hot wet cunt around his erection.
She diddled his nuts with these same red nails and he closed his eyes and started to cum.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deep.
Her high heels felt extra sexy on his back and they seduced another squirt of cum out of his dick.
It was really a swell orgasm, maybe four spurts of jism and he felt them travel all the way from his balls, up his cock and out of his knob and into her hot orifice.
He went soft almost immediately and pulled out and rolled onto his back.
She laid next to him and put one of those lovely, stocking legs over him. They both lit cigarettes.
"That was great," he said and smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Say, uh, um...." he was always embarrassed to talk business with a hooker.
"Yes, baby?"
"How much would I owe you to spend the rest of the night with me?"
"Hmmm. That's a long time ... sure you can take advantage of it?"
She ran a nail along his cock and he twitched in nervous excitement. Now there was no way he could ever let her leave. She had him in the palm of her hand.
"Well," Jack R. Shapiro, salesman extrordinaire said, "I want to go to this show and I need an escort ... "
"What show is that, baby?"
He was clearly embarrassed but he picked up the soiled copy of he Grind and showed her the picture of Damballah and Suzy.
Joanie smiled.
They never discussed the fact that they both held grudges against those two but Joanie agreed to go and spend the night with him for a hundred bucks plus tips.
"And," she told him, "you get what you tip for." And so by and by they got dressed, which for Joanie meant just slipping her dress over her head and she looked all dressed up with her stockings and heels, and they had a drink and smoked a few cigarettes and headed out to see Brutal Degradation, each of them carrying ulterior motives to see the show.
*****
It was a mad house over art the Kashmer bar. Every sex fiend, deviant, artist and doper interested in alternative entertainment in the whole city, plus more than a handful of crazy dominant bitches from out of town were jamming themselves into the place to see what was heraled as the wildest exhibition of all time.
Joanie was shocked to see the place so full and it just made her more pissed off.
She heard those women and it killed her to see them do so well when she had to hustle her tail off and hang around with traveling salesman.
Actually, Jack R. Shapiro wasn't too bad. He was reasonably good looking and was pretty loose with his dough. He had already tipped her well and bought her a head-full of drinks. He was as good a customer as they came and she took good care of him to milk him for as much green as possible.
He paid their way in, twenty bucks a head now, and they were lucky to find two overlooked seats jammed against the wall.
They pushed through the leather clad crowd and took their seats. He ordered drinks and they lit cigarettes.
"I guess I should tell you," he said to Joanie, "I'm not really too into this heavy bondage trip. I have a different reason for coming here. Ya see, this one girl-I don't know her name, the one with the darker hair," he pointed to a picture of Damballah on the wall, "well, she, uh, stole my car and made a fool out of me. And no one does that to Jack R. Shapiro!"
"She stole your car?"
"Well, I was driving through, uh, Jesus, I don't even remeber what town, some shitty hick town and she was hitch hiking. So I figure, what the heck, ya know, she was looking' real fine and kind of easy...." Joanie thought he sounded like a pig.
"Ya know she was wearin' really short shorts and cowboy boots so I pull over and she gets in and goddam! next thing I know she's punching the shit outta me and that's all I remeber until I woke up in the trunk of my car."
Joanie listened almost in disbelief. She knew Damballah was a tough girl but she had no idea she was such a hoodlum.
"I guess it was the next day or maybe even two days later when she let me out. I had pissed all over myself and I climb outta there not knowing what the fuck was going on and just happy to be able to breath again and she knees me in the nuts and takes off."
"Jesus."
"Jesus? Jesus, Mary and Joseph!!! I mean holy shit, man!!! And then I picked her up again not knowing who it was and I practically put these two on the bus for Chicago!!"
Joanie was amazed.
"So what the fuck-to cap things off I open up some sleazoid smut magazine and there's their picture!! Can you top that??"
"I know these girls," Joanie said. "And I hate them as much as you do."
Jack R. Shapiro smiled and offered up a toast.
Joanie clinked glasses with him.
They still didn't know what they were going to do.
*****
Joanie saw a few of the girls from Madam Maria's in the Kashmer bar but they didn't acknowledge each other. That would have been unprofessional.
But they were surprised to find her there, knowing full well how much she hated the Brutal Degradation girls.
Well, what the fuck, they figured, even an asshole likes to see a good show.
In the back room, the store room that served as a dressing room for the Brutal Degradation girls Damballah and Suzy were sipping beers and getting ready to toss a coin to see who was gonna be the slave tonight.
It was Damballah's turn to be the slave but Suzy was kinda into it and anyway Damballah was much better and adminisrating the pain than receiving it. They tossed the coin and once again I was Suzy's turn to be the slave, the passive partner of this show biz duo.
Dallas came back to wish them luck and congratulate them on such a fine crowd. It was time.
This week the music came courtesy one of Suzy's wild punk rock tapes. It was perfect. The music was as painful to the ears as Damballah would b on Suzy's lovely tits.
Dallas cranked up the music and the two girls, Damballah in her rubber space suit and Suzy naked except for a pair of high heeled black leather boots came out on the stage.
Oddly enough they were just as nervous as they were the week before.
They were greeted with an overwhelming applause and they got right down to cases.
Damballah began to put Suzy in the tit-torture device, that wild looking piece of art.
Suzy straddled the metal bar that shot out of the base parallel to the floor. It slid between her bald pussy lips and dug into her slit.
It looked terrific, especially as Damballah yanked it up deeper into her gash, bending it under her vagina and in an arc until it reached one of her tits.
"OWWWWWWW!!!!!"
She jammed Suzy's tit in the end of the thing, sort of a makeshift nipple clamp.
Suzy's nipple would barely make it but Damballah offered a little more force and sure enough it made it through. It was already starting to turn purple. It was swelling and it looked like it hurt like all hell. It did.
Damballah went behind her friend now hopelessly locked in the device, her tit and her clit being mangled by the same cold metal strip.
Damballah out her knee in Suzy's back and pulled her back by the hair.
The metal strip dug deeper into her bushless cunt and Suzy screamed again. She could not be heard over The Vulvateens tape.
Damballah bent the other metal strip over Suzy's already clamped nipple and over to her other tit.
She snapped that thing over Suzy's nipples quickly and efficiently. She let go of the metal strip and it snapped up, trying to regain its former shape and stretching the shit out of Suzy's nipples.
Suzy looked nothing but marvelous there in that crazy device, the metal pulling back on her magenta titties, pulling them into the shape of some twisted ice cream cone.
Jack R. Shapiro watched with one eyebrow raised. He was shocked to find himself so turned on by this show and he kind of wished she could be the one infiltrating the pain.
Meanwhile, on stage, Damballah was binding Suzy's arms behind her back with a length of thick rope.
She wrapped it tightly around her friends arms, locking each of them behind the bound woman's back and up high against her shoulder blades in that painful muscle wrenching position.
Damballah was shocked to see Suzy reach around with her arm as she was being tie and give the metal strip, the one that arced over her and pulled her far tit, a hearty pull, stretching her nipple inches away from her body. It looked painful as all hell and potentially mutilating.
The audience applauded wildly.
Damballah slapped her in the face and the high pitched collision of flesh could be heard over the raucous punk rock.
Suzy's head reeled back with the blow and the metal in her cunt dug into her slit. Part of it was disappearing into her cunt, being enveloped by these lovely bald cuntlips.
She was getting wet and a dribble of cunt honey oozed onto the floor. Damballah stood back and admired her friend.
That damn thing looked pretty fucking futuristic. It was such an arty device, so minamalist and bleak. Very efficient. Two strips and two tits. And one piece of metal that cut through her heavenly gash. It looked sophisticated, like some brilliant piece of architecture.
Damballah gave the poor girl another heavy blow across the face. Suzy was turning red and the first tear appeared in her eye.
Damballah grabbed Suzy's high heeled, black booted foot an raised it off the ground.
The metal strip dug deeper into her pussy and she winced.
Damballah pulled her foot upward, redistributing Suzy's weight. The nipple clamps seemed to tighten around her tiny knobs of blood filled flesh and her cunt seemed to eat the metal strip now deep between her pink lips.
Damballah positioned her spike heel in front of her own bald pussy. She had the most incredible cunt lips after years of stretching them. They were actually about two or three inches long and looked like some kind of bizarre sleeve of flesh.
The spike heel was right at her opening and she pulled it inside of her.
The black leather stilletto slid easily into her cunt and she fucked it good, putting some weight into it and taking the four inch heel all the way inside her hot pussy until the sole of Suzy's boot was grinding into her groin.
Damballah was getting wer as hell and pretty fucking excited, too. She looked around for the dildo.
That black dildo was more vulgar looking that the one with the spikes. It looked more realistic and hence more menacing.
Damballah yanked Suzy's foot out of her cunt and went around behind her. She was gonna ram the thing up her friends ass.
The music playing now was sort of a jungle beat thing-boppity-bop, bop bop.'.'-and it suited that negro pud.
Damballah positioned it in front of Suzy's anus and screwed in the first inch or so. She was plenty tight back there and her asshole protested the intrusion.
Damballah, of course, would not stand for any nonsense and she shoved it into her hard and Suzy left out a blood curdling scream.
"AAAAAAAAAAAR-RRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHH!!!!"
The thing was dry as a bone and pulled and tried to tear her flesh as it got rammed up that tight, dark orifice.
Damballah was oblivious to the pain he friend was experiencing except that it was pretty darn exciting. As far as concern for her ass hole, well....
The inside of Suzy's anus had quite completely healed from last weeks brutal torture with the spiked dildo. Her tunnel was still lined with small cuts and a few scabs from the sharp teeth that had ripped her open back there.
The gigantic negro pud was not helping things to get better.
Damballah shocked the hell out of Suzy when she ripped it out with zero warning and tore open some of those half-healed abrasions and lacerations.
Things weren't so dry back thee now. Her anus was oozing the slightest amount of milky white puss and the first sign of blood was appearing at her back door.
Damballah stuck one of her fingers in there and dug into with her long red nail.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!! Uh ... "
She pulled her finger out and there was a tiny chunk of shit smeared flesh under her nail. She flicked it out into the audience and a few f the more squeamish took the cue to leave.
It was a thoroughly disgusting exhibition.
But it wasn't over yet, not by a long shot.
Jack R. Shapiro just watched in utter astonishment. He had never seen anything like it before and he fought hard with himself not to get sick. He squeezed Joanie's hand.
Joanie was busy plotting. She couldn't figure how to get her revenge against these insane women who enjoyed such vulgar, perfectly revolting violence and brutality on their bodies. She sipped her drink and watched the show.
"YEEEEEEEOWW WWWWW W!!!!!"
Damballah was still working on Suzy's asshole. After tearing her with her nail she had reinserted that burly black cock and was none too gentle about it.
She pumped that sucker in and out of her friends asshole and she could almost hear the squeaky sound of ripping flesh.
At any rate, when she pulled it out there was a spray of foul pus and blood and hardened shit and bits and pieces of torn flesh.
So much for the brutality.
Now for the degradation.
Damballah came around to the front of her friend and jammed the hard plastic prick into her gut.
Suzy would have doubled over in pain but she was restricted by the metal tit trap. As a result, though, as she gasped for air, the tit hurters nearly ripped her purple rose buds off of her tits and the metal strip in her slit dug in deeper and deeper. It was sharp on the inside of her labia.
Damballah yanked Suzy's head back by her hair and got ready to shove the shit and blood and pus and sweat covered cock down her throat.
She smiled slyly at the audience and there was a gasp of horror.
Damballah pushed the cock past her lips.
Suzy made the worst, most horrible face that Damballah had ever seen. And then she though about what she was doing.
She was feeding her the grotesque and awful stuff of her tortured asshole. Pus from blisters and dried out crap from the ages.
It really was enough to make her throw up.
Well, better, than. Give these suckers their moneys worth. Damballah looked out into the crowd and saw that everyone was repulsed. She basked in it.
She pulled Suzy's head back farther and the metal strip dug deeper into her cunt. There was a trace of blood there, too.
"UGGGGHHHHH-UHHHHHHHH ... "
Suzy felt the cock going into the back of her throat and the acidic bile of her stomach rising.
She swallowed it so not to wretch on the floor and her tongue ran over the phallus.
There was not a damn thing she could do.
Her eyes were wide open, begging for mercy. She caught a glimpse of the audience. There were a lot of heads turning away.
Jack R. Shapiro's was not one of them. He was so perfectly amazed that humans could behave this way that he just watched in awe.
He was becoming suddenly aware that he could never get revenge on animals like this. No way.
What was he going to do, hurt them? Please. They would only love that. He just sat there and chain smoked. He felt a new peace and tranquility growing in his body. Kind of an odd meditation watching them do these heinous things to each other. And he was sure that it didn't make him sick.
He watched Damballah force Suzy to do some deep throat with that cock and it really excited him. He couldn't think about hurting her. He thought about having his own pud in the back of her throat. He thought about her tongue running over his erection.
And he thought about fucking her right in that wet and bloody pussy.
Jack R. Shapiro felt like he had just jogged ten miles. It as that kind of euphoria taking over his body as the urge for revenge left and a brand new erotic stimulation eased in. He was really digging the show.
Damballah pulled the cock out of Suzy's throat and shook the saliva off into the audience. There was a rancid odor wafting thought the air. One of old crap and pungent pussy juice mixed with pus and blood and a bit of vomit that had nipped the tip of the cock while it was lodged in Suzy's throat.
The bar was doing more business than it ever has. Everyone it seemed, need to wash out their mouths with sweet tasting liquor after that disgusting exhibition.
Damballah thought about torturing her friend more. She thought about using the whip or just beating her.
She decided that enough was enough.
Suzy had been raped up the ass and it made her bleed.
Her nipples were stretched and pinched by the cold metal and the same device and mangled her cunt although not into the kind of mess that wouldn't heal after a few days or be ready to be fucked in a few hours.
Neither of them reached reached orgasm this week but they put on a hell of a good show.
Damballah released her friend from her prison and kissed her nipples each one as a token of live and understanding.
Suzy climbed over the metal strip between her legs and sport of limped off the stage.
Damballah kicked her in the ass, her sharp heel leaving a dark re mark on her curvy cheeks. Suzy fell forward into the store room/dressing room and Damballah turned around and smiled at the crowd.
The lights came up and the music faded out.
There bar was silent. You could practically hear Suzy's cunt dripping on the floor.
And then the applause began, sporadic and inconsistent but enthusiastic from the appreciates of fine entertainment.
In the dressing room, Suzy just stared at her friend. She had been abused and hurt and tortured and pissed on before; never had she deep-throated a dildo that she had been reemed with up her ass.
It was sort of like felching, she imagined. Fags did it all the time. It wasn't that weird.
In a few moments she got over it and was getting dressed and looking forward to a drink and a joint.
Out in the audience. Jack R. Shapiro and Joanie were still sitting there, silent.
They had shared something, that is the feeling of seeking revenge for the improprieties that Damballah had perpetrated on them. There was no way, they both knew, they were ever going to top her.
And both of them were excited.
Jack R. Shapiro had a boner the size of New Jersey in his pants and indeed Joanie was starting to get wet.
By and by they got up to get a drink. Soon they would go back to the hotel and fuck. Jack R. Shapiro was paying her, after all, and he liked to get his money's worth.
After that show, while visions of pain and brutal degradation danced through their heads, he would get all that and more.
CHAPTER TEN
Damballah and Suzy got their stuff together and headed for Madam Maria's House of Pleasure. They were looking forward to baths and maybe a few reefers and a drink. It had been a grueling night.
They accepted a number of drinks from their fans and then packed up their stuff and went out into the avenue to hail a cab.
It was a chilly evening. The beginning of winter. Finally a cab came by and whisked them away. Jack R. Shapiro and Joanie were right at their heels.
They watched the two performers drive off into the dark blue city and hailed their own cab.
They were headed for the same place.
Jack R. Shapiro had decided to go with Joanie back to the whore house. It was risk enough fucking he at his hotel-you never knew exactly who saw you and who they would tell. Jack R. Shapiro wasn't taking any chances.
He was hard as a rock ion the way to Madam Maria's, and doubly excited because she kept teasing him.
She ha her legs crossed high and was showing him the dark tops of he stockings. He thought her legs looked great running into those spike heeled shoes. Sex shoes. They really did look terrific.
He put his hand on the top of her thigh and fingered her white flesh through the tiny opening between the bottom of her dress and the tops of her stockings. He ran his finger along her garter and over onto her inner thighs.
She crossed her leg over his hand and he felt he furry bush tickle his wrist.
She put an arm around his neck and pulled him in for a very professional French kiss: her tongue controlled the action, jabbing and flicking, running roughshod over his teeth and gums.
Her other hand went to his bulging cock. She ran her long nails along the length of his erection and squeezed his knob oh-so-gently. Jack R. Shapiro nearly came in his pants.
Joanie bit his lower lip lightly at first and then a little harder. He felt a tinge of pain, but nothing too bad. His head was still reeling with the show he had just seen. A bite on the lip was nothing.
He slipped his hand over the top of her stocking and eased a protruding finger into her snatch. She purred in his ear and moaned when he put another finger in and started sliding it in and out.
The cab driver knew exactly what was going on. He watched them in the rear view mirror and was getting quite a boner himself.
Joanie's hand worked its way into Jack R. Shapiro's trousers and now her fingers were right on his cock-no long were they separated by only 50% cotton.
"OOOOOO!!!!"
It's weird, bit sometimes heavy petting like that gives ya a bigger thrill than actually fucking or even getting sucked off.
Kind of a wild, intoxicating adrenaline surge targeted at your groin and pushing you closer to creaming.
For Jack R. Shapiro, Joanie giving him a handjob in the back of that cab was just like that. He thought he might cum and it took every part of his mind to tell his dick no. It was a great feeling.
She wrapped her hands around him and tugged lightly.
She tightened her pussy around his two fingers that were working her into a moist piece of cake ready to be pronged.
He looked down at her stocking legs falling out of her high heels. Very, very sexy. He looked at her legs running up under her dress. They looked great. He felt like he was really getting his money's worth, oh yeah.
"That'll be three thirty."
The cabbie didn't turn around and Joanie eased her hand out of Jack R. Shapiro's trousers. She kissed him lightly and pulled herself off his hand. She purred for good measure and climbed out of the cab.
Jack R. Shapiro paid the man and closed the door. They were inside the whorehouse before the cab had even moved.
The first thing they noticed when they came in was a commotion going on upstairs. That was startling. Usually places like this were real low key.
Joanie took him through a red lace curtain and into a parlor room on the first floor. SHE chose that one because it had a bar in it.
She poured them each a drink and her date took off his coat and loosened his tie. He was still hard as could be. This "relax and have a drink" stuff was driving him up the wall.
He took a sip of his drink and put it next to the bed. He moved in a little closer to Joanie and was about to kiss her when they were both startled by a crash upstairs.
"What the hell ... "
"You better check it out, dontcha think honey-one of our friend s could be getting' hurt or some-thin'." Jack R. Shapiro didn't want to be around if some brute was beating up one of the girls.
"No, no ... the only girls up there are Damballah and Suzy. Jesus. Didn't they have enough?"
"You mean the girls we just saw?"
Joanie nodded and then looked Jack R. Shapiro in the eye and licked her red lips. She was a very attractive woman.
They finally came in close for a kiss and a grope and the beginnings of a good fuck.
Upstairs, however, things weren't so pleasant. Damballah and Suzy wee having an argument, the first one they've had since Damballah got sprung and called her friend on the phone. And it was a doozy.
It was about money, naturally. Suzy wanted more than half of the door because she had been the one getting terrorized. It was her asshole that was made to bleed, her pussy cut up and her belly bruised from being jabbed with that dildo. And she was the one who had to take that shit smeared phallus into her mouth. She deserved more money she said, and she wanted it.
She was starting to get pissed because it hurt to sit down.
"Fuck you," Damballah was saying to her, "You like being the slave. Hell-that was fair. We tossed a coin. What the hell do you want from me?"
"I think I should get a bigger cut for tonight. Next week, when you're the slave, you can get a bigger cut. Fair is fair."
The idea of being the slave girl, the target for the abuse and pin cushion for painful and obscene pricks, didn't really strike Damballah as being to appealing all of a sudden. In fact, after what she had done to Suzy in the last two weeks, she should probably fear for her life if she had to be the willing slave.
"Now wait a second," Damballah was saying, but Suzy wasn't listening.
"Gimme my fucking money," she was screaming and in another few minutes they came to fists.
Suzy knocked Damballah straight back and she knocked over a dresser. She landed on top of the furniture, shaken up but not too hurt.
That's when Joanie and Jack R. Shapiro heard the crashing sound.
Right now the were busy getting it on on the bed.
Joanie had pulled her legs over his lap and had hiked her skirt up high over her pussy. She was getting wet and smelled sweet.
Jack R. Shapiro was taking her hottest kiss and sliding his fingers into her twat, enjoying every wet inch of her hot slot.
He was thinking, though, of the women upstairs. She was thinking that he wanted to be fucking Damballah, that red hot bitch who had abused him and then made him horny as all hell with her show.
He had really confused feelings about her. Yes, he hated her guts. He wanted revenge in the form of some macho fantasy, maybe beat her up and then fuck the tar out of her.
But he was also thinking that maybe she could show him a thing or two.
Even as Joanie's pussy tightened around his fingers, suggesting how hot it would feel around his rigid shaft, he was thinking about Damballah's hairless cunt and its long and beautiful cunt lips.
He was thinking about how they would hug his cock and guide it into what had to be a tight pussy.
Joanie moved her mouth down to his chest and kissed it as she unbuttoned his shirt.
Her lips wee full and warm and they made his nipples stand up. Her hand was working its way into his pants and he felt that same crazy rush in the bottom of his stomach. He remembered that the last time he felt that was when he was in high school, the first time that a girl touched him there.
It was very exciting.
He was beginning to throb, his cock picking up on his accelerating heart beat. It pulsated in Joanie's hand and it felt great.
She began to undo his pants and his cock popped out and stood at attention.
Her tongue guided his staff into her mouth and her lips wrapped around it.
Her tongue flick against the underside of his penis and her lips tightened. Her hands were on the base of his rod, feeling and rubbing and sliding him in further.
"YOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!
It really was an accident. She was just so startled by the crashing sound that shook the house.
It was much louder than the last one. It cut through the house like thunder and scared Joanie into losing control-just for a brief second-and biting Jack R. Shapiro's cock.
It hurt like hell but he really wasn't hurt badly. He wasn't cut or anything like that, but the pain was nothing less than excrutiating.
She was not only surprised at the crash from upstairs but by her loss of control. She wasn't used to being startled while she was giving head and she was perfectly mortified when she lost her professionalism and bit his dick.
She slipped her mouth off of him and began to apologize. He slapped her hard across the face. She had really hurt his cock.
"YOU STUPID BITCH!!!!"
"I-I-I ... "
"Shut the fuck up." He examined his dick for damage. Joanie stayed back.
At almost the same time, though, they were struck by the notion that someone might be seriously hurt upstairs.
It was a strange concern considering what those crazy women did for a living, but it was real and they thought maybe they better look. Also, Joanie thought the responsible thing to do was to make sure the place didn't get trashed.
They looked at each other and started for the door. They tore up the stairs and found Suzy and Damballah.
*****
They were sitting silently amongst a shattered mirror. Glass was all over the place and the shards were all over their bodies. The two women seemed spell bound by what they had just done and didn't move.
They looked at each other and then at Joanie and Jack R. Shapiro as they burst into the room.
There was a lot of thinking going on in there. Each person's brain was running amok with ideas on what to do next.
Suzy was considering the best way to get al the glass off of her without cutting herself. And she was thinking about this man with the huge erection. Jack R. Shapiro didn't have any pants on.
She hadn't had a real cock in a while and here, confronted by one, she started to get horny for it.
Damballah was thinking about the glass on her but she was also thinking of the lovely whore in front of her. She thought Joanie looked red hot in her heels and stockings and that whorish dress. She was also pissed as hell, though, that she had not only come up to bother them but that she brought her john as well.
Her John. Jack R. Shapiro. He was thinking that if he was going to fuck Damballah, screw her-hurt her or both, this was going to be his one chance and if he was serious he better get moving.
And Joanie didn't know what to think.
She decided to help them get the glass off of themselves before they got cut.
For one reason or another she went to Damballah first and picked off the larger shards that were threatening to slash her arms if she wasn't careful.
Once her arms were free, Damballah cleared her legs of broken glass.
Suzy had pretty much taken care of herself once the initial shock of breaking the mirror and having people run in was over.
As soon as she was on her feet she went over to Jack R. Shapiro and took his cock in one hand and mashed her mouth against his.
"You'll get your money's worth tonight, baby." She said. She got on her knees and put her mouth over his cock.
Her blow job was heavenly, much better than Joanie's and it was hard to believe. Joanie was very good.
But Suzy was inspired. She really wanted that cock.
She wanted to taste it.
And then she wanted to take it deep inside of her and squeeze it with her muscular box.
She was even pulling off her blue jeans as she sucked on his cock.
Her tongue did a light ballet on his corona and her lips skid up and down over him.
He didn't think once about the girl he had hired. His mind was on Suzy's lips around his pecker and he thrust his hips back and forth to build the friction, to fuck her oral orifice.
After a moment of indecision, Joanie helped Damballah to her feet. For a second there she had though about kicking her with her spike heels or spitting on her in a token act of revenge.
But she couldn't. She had hated Damballah for putting her tits in the flames of those candles, but tonight she had found respect for her. Wussies and fag-hags don't put on shows like that.
Damballah watched her friend going down on this man's cock and she decided she wanted to join the fun. She took Joanie's hand and got to her feet.
Damballah's idea of fun, however, wasn't gentle sucking-oh no.
Without warning she punched Joanie in the stomach and the poor girl doubled over gasping.
Jack R. Shapiro opened his eyes and was shocked but he dared not say a thing. He didn't want to tangle with Damballah and anyhow he liked getting his cock sucked.
Damballah wailed her hand up under Joanie's chin and the whore hit the ground, nearly slashing her tail to ribbons as she just missed a pile of shards.
Joanie laid there gasping as Damballah moved quickly. She went to the trunk of goodies and brought out a very special device.
It was a metal seat with a evil and mechanical looking track of teeth, the kind of teeth gears run across, dead center and apparently aimed for whomever's crotch was sitting in the seat. She planted it on the floor.
Now Jack R. Shapiro had to watch, but he kept his mouth shut. Suzy was taking him down to the ground and getting ready to fuck him.
He couldn't resist her. She was like on fire. She really had the itch for a stiff cock.
And he was fascinated by her bald cunt. Somehow it looked tighter than any bushy slit could possibly be. He had never fucked a bald cunt and he was hot to put it in.
Suzy got on her back and spread her legs wide. Her cunt lips weren't as long as Damballah's but they were plenty impressive.
Jack R. Shapiro eased himself down to the floor and go ready to slide his ready cock into her hairless and wet cunt.
She grabbed him by the hips and pulled him in. His cock slid effortlessly between those long cunt-lips and they guided him into everything he had ever imagined in a pussy.
It was hot and wet and tight and her cunt lips caressed damn near an inch of his cock at a time.
He pushed it in all the way and Suzy moaned in pleasure. She wrapped her legs around him and held his cock buried in her pussy.
Jack R. Shapiro looked over her swell breasts and past her erect nipples at Damballah threatening Joanie with a shard of glass.
He couldn't believe that he was fucking a beautiful and exotic woman in the same room that a crazy woman was terrorizing a call girl with broken glass and a weird cunt raping device.
Joanie did not move. Damballah reached over to her trunk and pulled out the train that ran on the track to that seat.
It was another one of those insane dildo's, this one with dangeroulsly sharp looking grooves running up it behind the steely knob. Behind it was a hook with the barbed point aimed right above the phallus. Clearly, it would shred someone's clit to a bloody flower.
Damballah grabbed Joanie's hair and with the help of the glass in her hand coerced her into the seat. She stepped on her victims hand and crunched her fingers warning her not to move.
Joanie was scared half to death and did what she was told.
Jack R. Shapiro got back to fucking Suzy. He realized he had been on the verge of cummomg for too long and the pressure was building up in his cock, inside of Suzy's exquisite cunt.
He pumped her hard and she loved it. Her slender fingers were running over his hairy chest and her long nails diddled his erect nipples.
He leaned forward and out his mouth on a tit. He sucked her hard and she moaned out loud.
She had already been deprived of one orgasm tonight-the show left her without cumming. She was almost their now.
Jack R. Shapiro pressed his teeth hard into he breast. He figured she dug pain and he was right.
He followed that up by ramming his pud into her, his hips colliding powerfully into her inner thighs. She squealed in delight.
He took his mouth off and replaced it with his hands.
He squeezed and fondled and pinched her nipples.
He looked up and saw Damballah in her rubber suit, her cunt exposed and those lips open and ready. It made him even hotter.
He fucked Suzy harder and harder and pinched her nipples with all his might.
She was starting to cum and her body quaked with the first rush of orgasm.
It got hotter inside of her bald pussy and her tunnel constricted around him. He delivered one more long stroke, and that, coupled with the sight of Damballah in that wild get up, cunt lips long and open, like the open arms of a long lost friend, put him over the edge and he began to squirt hot jism into her creaming cunt.
They were panting and sweating and holding onto each other for dear life. It was positively riveting.
Finally Jack R. Shapiro slid his wet dick out of her hole and rolled over on the ground next to her, too exhausted to think about who he had just screwed and what he had seen her do earlier in the evening.
Suzy sighed and got up to find her cigarettes. SHE handed one to Jack R. Shapiro and they got ready to watch a command performance.
Suzy smiled. She was satisfied and damn happy about it, too.
Jack R. Shapiro was happy. He had certainly had a wild time. There was no question about it, he got his money's worth. He sat their and smoked the cigarette, feeling there was no place in the world he would rather be.
Damballah looked happy. She clearly enjoyed her work and she smiled as she began to show Joanie what that mean looking seat and dildo train was all about.
And save for the fear of God in her face, Joanie looked happy, too.
