Chapter 6
"So what's the deal?"
"Ah fuck. What can I say? I wanted a car. It was a stupid thing to do but at least I had fun. Picked up this woman just getting out of the pen."
"Well, he definitely recognized you. I hope he doesn't call the pigs."
"He won't."
"You seem pretty damn sure of yourself."
"What the fuck. Kicks keep getting harder to find."
It wasn't long before Damballah was falling asleep on Suzy's shoulder. Bus rides did that to her. The motion and stuffy air always made her drowsy.
Suzy thumbed through a newspaper and looked out the window at the interstate. She was looking forward to her new gig as a professional domanatrix of the stage. No more hustling at conventions. She hated having to fuck married jerks who thought they were getting away with something. They invariably came in seconds.
She looked over at her dozing friend. She was starting to sweat and her mouth was twitching. It looked like she was having a bad dream.
Inside of Damballah's pretty head she was being tortured, bound in an impossible position and in a lot of pain.
Her hands were bound behind her by what must have been a pair of handcuffs.They pinched the thin skin under her wrists and were crushing her bones. They were cold and unyielding.
Her legs were bound with a length of thick rope, the kind that gives ugly red rope burns and smells like canabis when it's burning.
The rope ran from each ankle around her back, under her arms. Her legs formed a sharp "V" with her body and she couldn't do a damn thing. The rope was ripping at the flesh under her arms and digging into her shapely ankles.
Her calves pounded as the blood couldn't get to her feet, cut off by the tight rope and elevated as they were.
Her thighs were starting to cramp up and hurt more than the intricate series of rings piercing her nipples and pulling apart her cunt.
In her dream she was thinking that this wild torture device was extreme even for her, so used to Nino's twisted inventions.
One large ring pierced both tits and it hurt like hell. But the pain was nothing compared to what was happening in her pussy.
The large nipple penetrating ring was connected to another small ring which in turn was connected to a larger ring that was hooked through the tops of her labia.
The distance between her tits and he cunt was being drastically reduced as her hooked nipples were being tugged downward by the ring in her cunt and vice versa.
It was the most uncomfortable position she had ever been in and that's saying a lot.
Matters were made much worse by the hook pulling on the bottom of her slit. It was stretching the shit out of her pussy, digging right into her tender pink tunnel, hooked over her pelvic bone and gnawing down.
It was like a goddam mea thook and it was miserable.
Through all of this she was aware of a pounding headache, the oddest throbbing tension al over her skull.
She realized she was being suspended from her hair.
The whole set up was hopelessy bizarre and disgusting. Her body was being stretched out of shape, like she was on some futuristic rack. She was sweating and felt like vomiting.
She could see herself crying out, screaming, but no relief came. Her perpetrators, muscle-bound men wearing white masks would not let up. They slapped her repeatedly, spit on her and were getting ready. to piss on her.
They stood naked in front of her. Their cocks were enormous. Logs. And fully engorged with blood.
They were jerking off. It looked like she was going to get a sticky shower of salty semen before the golden bath of hot piss.
She tried hard no to cry but she looked down and saw her clit bloody and battered. She had no feeling in her cunt, just a dull throbbing. She knew it was pain hiding behind an overworked brain that had turned itself off to combat the brutal torture.
Their cocks disgusted her but obviously they found her to be rather exciting.
The first man to reach orgasm yelled out loud when he started shooting his load all over her naked body.
She was repulsed.
In another moment the rest of them reached orgasm and she was being assaulted with five streams of hot jism.
But it wasn't cum-she could tell right away. It smelled foul. It was too milky, too pus-like to be your basic cum.
No.
This was the same stuff that she had squeezed out of Sheila's tit. Raunchy white pus that had been stored in the body, festering and fermenting for years.
It stunk like sweat and shit and some horrific but undefinable human by-product.
She felt bile at the back of her throat and swallowed it back. She closed her eyes and bit her lip.
It was miserable.
The golden showers of urine came without warning.
They just started pissing on her. That was all she could take and her stomach emptied all over herself.
She was a fucking mess-covered in smelly slime and piss and vomit. Her neck went limp and her head crashed into her chest.
Her stomach tried to send up more but there was nothing left. The dry heaves were painful and with each contortion of her belly the hooks dug into her slit deeper and yanked on her nipples harder.
This was nothing less than the most brutal degradation of all time.
She opened her eyes and through her tears saw the men take off their masks. They were all the same man-Jack R. Save, but she didn't know his name. He looked at her, all five or six of him, with a bloody vengance.
Somehow, somewhere he had picked up a gun, just one of him, the one that seemed to be in charge.
It was a big Magnum, a cop gun and the kind used to kill cops. One shot would out a whole in someone you could climb through.
He slowly approached her and she screamed and screamed and he jammed it into her pussy.
She was wet but not from cunt honey. Just sweat and it hurt like hell going in without proper lubrication.
He didn't seem to notice her screaming and he slid it in and out of her and finally she was starting to get wet.
Her brain was coming back to life and it turned on the pain.
It was sharp and ripped through her body but her thoughts were on the gun in her cunt. It was crazy but he was bringing her to orgasm.
He slid the gun almost all the way out of her pussy and cocked the hammer back.
He spit in her face.
And then he smiled.
And then he pulled the trigger. "NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!"
"Wake up baby ... "
"Huhh?"
She was sweating and her heart was pounding. This was worse than any nightmare she ever had in prison.
"You had a bad dream honey-it's OK."
Damballah was suddenly aware of the sordid looks she was buying from just about everyone on the bus.
She brushed a tear off of her eye and let SuzV hold her and comfort her. It had been very real and she was terrified.
After a long to me she finally spoke.
"It was him."
"Who honey?"
"That man. The one who I fucked up last week."
"It's over now, baby. Don't worry."
"He's gonna get me. He's gonna come to Chicago and kill me and hurt mne and-it was just awful ... "
"Now, now ... "
Suzy comforted her and before too much longer she was napping peacefully on Suzy's shoulder.
Kashmer was a dive of a nightclub, a seedy bar in a room the size of a subway car and a platform about the size of a telephone book that was supposed to be a stage.
But the bartender seemed nice enough, a middle aged transexual named Dallas. She was darn good looking for someone who used to be a man.
Apparently, Suzy and Dallas were old friends coz they wasted no time in embracing each other and sharing niceties.
"This is Damballah."
"That's a beautiful name, love. Glad to meet you." Damballah nodded likewise and they all sat at the bar.
Dallas reached over the bar and grabbed three glasses. From the customer's side she pulled three drafts and put them on the bar, sliding Damballah's down to her cowboy style. Damballah caught it and smiled.
"So how's business?"
"Sucks. Can't never get a good crowd in here. The S & M crowd comes in when there's a good show but there aren't any in town. Everybody is in New York. I say fuck 'em. I might have to start booking all male reviews for the fags. Plenty of them around and there money is good, but, well, the city's crackin' down coz of the AIDS scare and I don't really feel like dealing with it."
"We've come to save you then."
"How'd you figure? Aren't you here to work the convention over at the Horizon?"
"Nope. I'm outta that. No more hooking. We're stars of the stage now."
"Oh yeah?"
Damballah opened the trunk and pulled out a few of the wilder looking devices-the painful spring hinged dildo, the black rubber suit and a complex looking pussy stretching device.
"Jesus."
"You never saw this stuff before?"
"I think once in some arty farty magazine, some college rag. Called it high art. Jesus, I never imagined. You use this stuff?"
"All of it."
Dallas nodded her head in disbelief and they drank their beers and smoked a few cigarettes. "Are you ready to start?"
"ASAP."
"Well, you got it this weekend then. Gimme just enough time to put an ad in a few of the sleazy tabloids and get a few of the local smut writers to come down and review it. What do you call yourselves?"
They both shrugged their shoulders. "How 'bout, uh, well, just simply Brutal Degredation!"
They smiled. She hit the nail right on the head. "Let's toast. To Brutal Degradation." They clinked glasses and tipped their beers. "Where a re you girls staying?"
"Don't know yet. Just got off the bus."
"Well lemme see what I can do. Maybe I can fix ya up with something."
Dallas poured them each another beer and went off to use the phone.
Suzy and Damballah shared a smile.
"Well? Looks like it's gonna work out."
"I guess so. Damn. I'm still thinking about that awful dream I had on the bus. Fuck."
"Forget it will ya? We've got Brutal Degradation to perpetrate. We got a lot it work out before Saturday."
They toasted again and in another moment Damballah returned looking rather pleased.
"You girls mind living upstairs from a whorehouse? You won't have to be involved with any business or anything, just live upstairs. It's the top floor of an old brownstone and you can rent it for a song."
"Sounds alright. Damballah?"
She nodded.
"You don't have any wheels do you? "Nope."
"Well I'll spin you over there. The madam is an old friend and she owes me one. Helluva gal. Name's Maria."
Dallas helped them get the trunk in the car and they took off across the part of Chicago known as Old Town.
It's a run down neighborhood lit up with neon at night. If you want to see a peep show or pay to get laid, it's the place to go.
It doesn't have the romantic appeal of Forty Second Street in New York, or nearly as many video parlors and strip joints, and it doesn't even have as many lights as Broadway in San Francisco, but for the perverts in Chicago there's no other place to go.
The whore house, Madam Maria's House of Pleasure, was located in a better neighborhood just a few minutes out of Old Town. Her place was impressive form the outside-it looked like a pretty swank apartment, almost out of place in this ghetto.
When they went in the girls all put aside magazines and looked up and crossed their legs high but when they saw it wasn't a client they sighed and went back to reading about soap operas and pro-wrestling. Not the world's smartest whores.
Madam Maria descended the steps in a flowing red dress. She was beautiful if not thin.
Herr tits were enormous and they were pushed up so that her cleavage looked about twenty thousand fathoms deep.
She had curly black hair that dropped behind her shoulders and her lips were striking red to match her dress.
She walked down the staircase on her heels and welcomed her friend and her two new borders. "Welcome," she said.
Dallas introduced the girls to their landlord and they went upstairs to checkout their new home.
It was lovely. They each had their own room complete with lacey window shades and four poster beds. Between then was a master bath. Everything looked very old and very clean.
Madam Maria said they could take it for two hundred bucks a month. No problem-that was a deal.
Dallas headed back to Kashmer and left them to their own devices.
Damballah and Suzy hugged each other and shared a light kiss. They were plenty excited at the prospects of putting on a heavy duty show.
Damballah emptied the trunk and put her clothes ion a dresser and laid out the torture devices on the bed.
They looked good there-all the black rubber and shiny dangerous looking metal contrasted well with the soft Victorian decor.
They took an account of everything they had and started deciding right away which things to feature. Obviously, every performance was going to be different but they wanted to have some sort of game plan.
The one thing they were missing was the larger pieces of equipment, the stuff that was too big, like furniture, to bring on a bus.
But Damballah had the forsight to bring a whole mess of loose spikes and some extra straps and a bag of rings, the kind they used to put in their pussies and stretch their lips so that they could put something together when they arrived.
"Maybe we should go to a hardware store?"
"Later. Let's see if we can't get some grass. I'm dying to get high."
Suzy sauntered down the stairs and was met by less than welcoming eyes. Whores were like that. Didn't like anybody to even think they were moving in on their action.
"Madam Maria?"
Madam Maria came out from behind a curtain.
"Hi honey. Look-we don't have any clients now so it's OK but in the future do me a favor and come down the back way. What can I do for you?"
"I was wondering if you knew anywhere we could score a few joints ... "
"Of course. Hilary?"
A blond haired girl, petit and easily the prettiest girl in the room, but who couldn't have been more than sixteen, came over to them.
"Got any reefer you could spare? This is Suzy. She and her friend Damballah would like to get high."
"Oh, uh sure."
One thing a good hooker never did, no matter what she felt was to piss off the Madam.
She went through a curtain and came back with a small bag of dope.
"Say-you've had a few Johns already today so why don't you go upstairs with Suzy and smoke some yourself. Give the other girls a chance to make a few bucks today."
That sounded reasonable and anyway she was getting bored.
When she got upstairs to their room her eyes nearly popped out at the amazing array of S & M toys.
"Jesus," she said.
They smoked a few joints of Hilary's Columbian grass. Both Damballah and Suzy were starting to get horny. Long bus rides and afternoon beers can do that.
Hilary was definitely high and she began to fondle the dildo, the special one with the hidden spring.
Damballah thought she looked terrific wearing her sexy lingerie. She was wearing white stockings and a white garter belt that really complimented her blond bush. She had on red, open toed heels and her nails were painted red to match.
Her tits were svelt but shapely and her rosebud nipples peeked over her white lace "teddy."
She looked like a whore should look-inviting.
Damballah decided to take the invitation.
As Hilary was fondling the cock Damballah began kissing the back of her neck softly and dabbing her gently with her tongue.
She slipped her hand under Hilary's "teddy" and found her slit to be moist and receptive.
Her finger slid in effortlessly and she finger fucked her slowly, taking time to rub her clit between strokes.
She slid her finger out and turned the young girl around. Their mouths mashed together and they gnashed teeth.
"God-you're making me hot. I never get it good anymore-only from the guys that come in here and they are about the lousiest bunch of penises, well, I guess you know."
Damballah was a bit offended because she had never, ever been a prostitute but she let it go and kissed her new lover.
Suzy cleared the bed and picked up a handful of straps.
"Thanks for getting us high, baby ... "
She began to tie down the young girl, one limb to each bed post.
Hilary didn't protest. She was digging it.
They weren't too rough, certainly nothing like the way they had treated Sheila, but they tied her down securely.
Suzy sat on the girls face and her tongue started working immediately.
Damballah went for the dildo and slid it into Hilary's hot wet cunt.
Suzy was moaning as Hilary ate her out precisely, her tongue flickering over her clit and then diving deep into her tunnel. Her cunt was soft and hotter than hell. And she tasted great, like a woman should.
Hilary was moaning now too as Damballah fucked her with the dildo. She hadn't felt such a strong cock in the whole to me she had been at Madam Maria's House of Pleasure.
Damballah left the cock deep inside of her and moved to Suzy's erect tits.
"Mmmmmm ... "
She was determined to help Hilary make her friend cum.
It wasn't going to take long. Not with those two beautiful women eating out her pussy and sucking at her tits. She was just about there.
Damballah ran her teeth over Suzy's nipples and bit down lightly, teasing and tickling.
She reached around her and grabbed the metal shaft lodged in Hilary's tight twat and began to pump her with it.
"Ohhhhh. ... "
Hilary's lips buzzes against Suzy's mound and both girls trembled.
Damballah picked up the speed and was bringing Hilary closer to orgasm. As she neared climax, her tongue started moving faster in and out of Suzy's seething cunt and whipping he clit into a frenzy.
And then Damballah did it.
She pushed the button that released the spring that made the dildo snap forward.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
It came as quite a shock and Hilary accidentally bit Suzy's pussy. It didn't matter-it was the right thing to do and Suzy started creaming in her face.
Damballah gave the metal prick a goo twist and Hilary started cumming as well. She was lapping at Suzy's pussy like a thirsty dog and her body was shaking, still bound by the rubber straps.
Damballah just watched, taking a good whiff of all the excited pussy in the room.
Mmmmmmm.
She was going to like living here. A lot.