Chapter 5
"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.
"AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH-JESUS SHIT FUCK UHHH!!!!!"
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.