Chapter 2
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.