Chapter 4
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.