Chapter 3
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.