Chapter 9
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.