From: mithryl@walrus.com (Mithryl) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage,alt.sex.stories Subject: CODY: MY KIND OF TOWN PART 2 MY KIND OF TOWN. I DON'T THINK SO. PART 2 From "The Ballad of Billy Hemp": "mmmgogjagkjag gagjkagkadfjgadg gakgadrgmadfghaeg hfhadnmadf o nmp mp no nmop no n no mn no ereahgdfhgadfghadfh oh my God no mmmmmmmlp[ggggg mmmm ugggggh please please please oh god, please I'm sorry I didn't mean it eEEAGAGGGGGTGG i COULDN'T BREATHE I tried to bang my head against the back of the chair but it was too low I couldn't beg him because of the mask but I begged with my eyes which were bugging out of my face oh god, please stop not my breasts my beautiful tits oh god, no, please no more don't my big beautiful titties I was so proud of them I tried to think back tried to think what had happened I kept passing out and waking up my mouth filled with blood and I realized I had bitten through my lower lip under the tape oh my god, I was going to look so ugly I needed to get to a hospital I stared at the guy, trying to make him understand "He shoved another needle into my left breast and I went into another frenzy of pain. "I wished desperately he would take off my gag so I could plead for mercy. It was all a mistake. A joke. Didn't he understand? I didn't want to be mutilated. I kept riccochetting in and out of consciousness. Suddenly something left go, and it was a s if I had come loose from my body. I was outside, looking back at it. Watching. I saw Hemp and I saw Cody. I saw the crazed look in her staring green eyes as she watched another needle being shoved into her left watermelon. And felt the pain stabbin g back into her heart and up her arm -- my arm. Cody's long hair was a tornado of red as the 14 year old sex goddess bucked and heaved. Tears flooded down her pretty face. Somewhere deep inside, I knew she was still desperately clinging to the idea that this wasn't happening, or that she could still be healed, that her tits would still be perfect. Another needle invaded her innermost thoughts, shattering the illusion. I watched, fascinated. I knew it was me there in the chair, that it was my body, but at the same time, I knew how much I hated it, this over developed gorgeous redhead. "Standing outside my body, I was once more wearing clothes. A skin tight black party dress with spaghetti straps. Black stockings. High heeled boots. Around my shoulders was a short black cape. I stared down at the piece of shit in the chair. She was everything I hated in myself. Weak. Cowardly. A whore. I wanted to be very careful. To take her apart with infinite precision. For that I would need Hemp. I slipped inside. Reaching out, I ripped off her gag. Blood and chewed lip dribbled out of her mouth. Now, Hemp, let me show you how to really hurt her." * Cody was on crack cocaine. He had taken her out in the woods and left her. Her head was spaced. Where are we? He smashed her face on the keyboard. See. It comes in here. WHAM again and again and again. He punched her face right through the monitor. It was seventeen inches. He wasn't kidding when he said he'd fuck her over. Cody crawled down the driveway. Bill spread her over the hood of his car and fucked her. Go on, Cody, stand up. WHAM. She was like a knockdown my-size Barbie doll. In high heels and a spray of red hair. Cody hoped and prayed for Sunday evening to come. Then it was Ham's turn. He wanted to rape her on his motorcycle. He wanted to drive his Susuki 5000 right up her twat. The women were bored. Now and then they would ask if she was okay. Then they would go back to talking. Kelly came home with her friend, Cheryl, and wanted some money to go into town. She was very pretty. Clean cut blonde. Cheryl was a cute redhead. Cody saw the way the men looked at her. So that was it. Kelly glanced at the way her father was hitting Cody and shrugged. What are you going to do later? I thought we'd go to Taco Bell's. It's such a drag to cook. Are you guys almost done? We're going upstairs. Cody, holler if you want something. ga ggggagggggaggg It was a fast food weekend. Arby's. KFC. Hooters. Saturday it was Ham's birthday. Actually, it was two days before, but they were celebrating it then. We went over there. They ordered Chinese. I put on a short red silk doll's dress, with tulle petticoats under the ruffled skirt that made it stick out, showing my panties. Kelly and Cheryl helped me dress, applying makeup on my black eyes and fluffing out my hair. I was still slightly stunned from before. Kelly was hard-edged, but Cheryl was still baby-fat soft with a round face and large innocent eyes. She was maybe a year younger than me. She blushed when I slipped my hand in between her legs, but she didn't back away. Our eyes met. She smiled. I also had on long red gloves and fishnet stockings. My shoes had seven inch heels. I looked like a transvestite waitress from Avenue A. The women had had a chance to get some of their anger back. They were putting me down again. I tried to get along. But they were starting to get to me. Ella's son from a previous marriage was there. I could see him looking at me. He wasn't quite ri ght. If anything happened, I knew I'd get blamed. Pretty soon, he started to come on to me. I tried to get away, but he kept groping and fondling me. Soon, my breasts were out of my dress, and I was trying to cover myself. That's when Ella walked int o the bedroom. Boy, what a scene. I thought she'd have a stroke. She yanked me out of there so fast my head spun. Wham. Up against the wall. And again. Wham. "What's the matter?" Ham asked. The women dragged me into the kitchen. I was crying. Ella turned on the stove and put a large frying pan on the burner. "Now we'll see what she does." I went crazy. They pushed one of my big cantaloupe tits, the left one, down in the pan. I screamed. It was already burning hot. Ella got on my back and flattened it out. The other squashed on the warm stove top. It was clear she had been thinking a bout this all day. Then she lifted me up and stuck the other one in the pan. My butt must have been jumping around like crazy. Someone had their hand inside my cunt, like they were cleaning out a chicken. Again, Ella changed the pan. I was losing tra ck which tit was burning. Their kid came in the kitchen. "Whatchadoing?" Ella told him to go in the room. He went but came back. I begged him to help me. He just stood there with his eyes hanging open. After she had cooked my tits, Ella took the pan and held it on my bare behind. I screamed some more and promised to be g ood. Don't hurt me, please. Oh, I was so sore. But it was so boring. I mean, what did this cow think she was doing? It wasn't my fault her half-wit kid had a hormone problem. I had to get out of there. I needed some weed. I got Bill's son to take me downtown. I knew he wanted to show me off to his friends. He put his arm around me. After that, I don't remember. When I woke up I was back on the cellar floor. All I could think of was hands touching me. Feeling me. Groping. Hurting. My tits hurt so bad. I practically crawled onto the plane. I was like a walking body bag. The attendant looked at me. "Pillow?" "Thanks." I started to cry. The smallest kindness set me off. The plane back to New York was living hell. It crashed right through the air terminal. What a mess. I don't know how I got to the hospital. They said I screamed for weeks. I tried to tell them about Bill and Chicago. They said I was very lucky to be alive. It was the pain from the burns. I said they had done this to me. Who? Bill. Bill who? Is he your father? No. Slap. He was fucking Kelly, too. I saw him in my dreams. Only it wasn't his Kelly. It was Kelly. oooo Kel, I don't look like you anymore. She was a gorgeous redhead. I was burned over ninety percent of my body. I looked like a dead twig. Well, don't blame Bill. I didn't, Kel. It's not his fault . But it was. If he hadn't lured me to Chicago, none of this would have happened. She laughed. You're delirious. Bill's been right here all weekend. She smacked me with her fist. uueeeiiiieiegggg ggagggagaggggg It was Grace. She had a blowtorch. "How was it?" "no big deal." Then I remembered. Cheryl. What I hadn't allowed myself to remember. Where Bud had taken me. I don't know where it was. It was a room. A place in that place. Where there were a lot of other guys. And Cheryl. With that baby face and madly curly hair. Standing there. Where she wasn't supposed to be. "Hi," she said. "Welcome to Chicago." She was wearing, get this, a black bustier, with black fishnets and high heeled boots that came up to her knees. Over her shoulders was a short black cape. In front of her, I felt like a cupcake. She was thirteen. The bustier came up under her tits a nd laid them out on a shelf of black lace. She was as big as Kelly. What the hell is this, I wondered. "The guys want to see us fight," she said. In the story, when Bill comes to my apartment, he makes me act like a dominatrix. I had to whip him. And then he punched me through a wall. I was dressed like Cheryl was now. She took something out of her mouth. And showed it to me. Then she slipped it back inside her cheek. It was a single edged razor. She smiled and handed me two. I looked at her. "Go on," she said. "Put them in." I had to admit, this was something new. In fact, I'd never even thought of something that crazy. "Do it," she said. "Or I'll do it for you." She took one of hers out and showed me again how it was done. Don't try this at home. They went in along the sides of her gums, dull side down. "It doesn't matter which way. If you're good." This gave a whole new meaning to oral sex. It made the ol d ball on the tongue routine look lame. My face froze around the blades. My cheeks were deep hollows as I fought to hold them in place. Cheryl smiled. Her round, baby face was totally relaxed. She opened a bottle of Evian and took a swig. I nearly shit. She handed me the bottle. "Go on. Try it." I was afraid to talk. I didn't want my tongue to be cut off. "Go on." I raised the bottle to my lips and started to take a small sip. And she kicked me in the stomach. She was one of the dirtiest fighters I have ever met. Unfortunately, she wasn't very strong. She must have lost a lot of fights but now she was taking it out on me. Hooking a leash to my collar, she pulled my head down, then drove her knee into my fac e. Blood spattered everywhere. She dragged me around the room, kicking and shoving me. Then I hit her. I punched her face. The little nympho doubled up. Wrong move, cutey. WHAM I lifted her off her feet. I guess we were like New York vs. Chicago. My kind of town. Get up, Cheryl. "Don't hit me." I was thinking more like breaking you in half. I too k the leash and wrapped it around her neck, hooking it so it was like a noose, and pulling it tight. She got it now. I'd been taking the blows for this little cunt all weekend long. Now it was pay back time. I could see why someone like Ella hated her guts. Shaking her cute little behind all over the neighborhood. Ham must have spent hours in her pants. I had maybe ten pounds on her, although it sure wasn't in the chest. Cheryl was even with me there. Maybe a little bigger. But my arms were longer and I was taller. Cutey Pie was a wide open target. I wondered who had set her up. Then I noticed Kelly watching me take her friend apart, and I knew. Cheryl could have been the adorable little cupcake Kelly Bundy had hung on the school locker. I gave her cheeks a sharp squeeze. Blood spurted out of her mouth. touch her she was crawling across the floor spitting blood. It was the razors that did it. Upp agaINAST THE TONSCILS CINDERELLA sHGE CUT HER DOWN SUCKER PUNCH HI TOOTS dO IT. cHERRY GOT UP STAGGERING CODDY keep punching I want see how it comes out. this is the part they don't show you back stage. like at the party bud was breathing, but not muchg what happened to him my son i love you they never say it who courtney get her up here slam slam ]sl;ma spag the girl pleaded for her life. she got a kick in the jaw and went down hard Cody walked over and picked her prey off the floor jesus, you're a mess you need a whole makeover touch her go on and touch her you wanted it now she's here do it do what you've always wanted. to drag Cheryl Wright through ever sewer in Kingston no not illinois Jamaica how about it? are you game? we can ride her. Fly Cheryl. I dropped the pig on the floor a razor was sticking out of her cheek. I think she swallowed the other one. gagging on it. you make me sick you know this bitch is what you've lusted for all along. Now use her. Get up Cheryl. Give the man a blowjob. "I don't have to listen to you." oh, but you do, honey. you have to do everything I say. I kneed her in the jaw. I heard those teeth click Cheryl was crying. I hauled her over and practically shoved her head down on the guy's prick. She started to suck like it was something dirty and ugly being forced in to her mouth, which it was. Get used to it, kid. There's a lot more where that came from. She started to gag. He was strangling her with it. Those big lustrous eyes under the lashes opened very wide indeed. I saw the look on her face as she played blowup doll to the whole block. It was like trick or treat. Somehow, we ended up back at Bill's. He grinned. He was using the manuscript of Cody's past experiences, feeding them into Cheryl's emaciated teenage body. * "Deliberately, slowly, I unwound the piano wire around her left tit. It ballooned into a large purple thing twice as big as before. The nipple was a ground-up strawberry. He had done a nice job. Several needles still pierced the pretty teenager's fat melon. She was crying hysterically. I lifted it up in Hemp's big hand. Cody went wild. Crying. Bawling. Snot poured out of her nose. I gave it a little toss and let if fall smack on her skinny chest. She screamed and tried to jerk herself out of the chair. This was why I wanted her loose. So she could really thrash around. I wanted that luscious body to be able to move, to put on a show. "Hemp unwound the other tit. It matched the other. The girl stared down at it in disbelief. She kept shaking her head dumbly as he untied her. Her unbound hands fluttered helplessly about her damaged nipples, but she made no attempt to escape, just c owered there, even when he turned his back on her to walk over to a nearby workbench. There were a number of rather ugly looking tools there. Hemp picked up something that looked like a gun and went back to where I was sitting. I stared up at him, unco mprehending, although at the same time I knew exactly what was in store for the little minx. Hemp jerked her roughly out of the chair and shoved her in front of him towards a wooden column further back in the room. Cody was too weak to resist. He kicke d a box, some kind of packing crate, up against the pole and made her stand on it. And then he jerked one arm up behind her against the pole. BANG. The air hammer nailed her to the pole through the left wrist. Cody screamed. He lifted the other arm. BANG. Neat. And kicked the box out from under her. She came down on her wrists and dislocated shoulders. He admired his work. I did, too. I thought I would die. I know I wanted to. Then he pulled her right leg back around the pole. BANG. BANG. Right through the knee. "The left followed. Cody's belly hung down. There was a look on her face that would have given a religious painter fits. The martyrdom of St. Cody. Her tits flowed across her scrawny chest like two bags of purple pus. She just kept shaking her head , like someone with Parkinson's. I think her nervous system had overloaded. "This new arrangement left her belly and cunt exposed. I was sure Hemp would have no trouble extemporizing on its many possibilities. I cupped her chin with his hand and lifted it. There was still a lot of beauty in that elfin face. And intelligence. That was good. I wanted Cody to be fully aware of everything that was happening to her. She stared into my eyes. There was a short shift sideways and I became aware of the pain in my locked shoulders followed by my broken knees and the arch in my bac k. My mouth was choked with blood. I gazed outward through a swaying curtain of red ringlets as Hemp stuck his fingers deep into my wet cunt. "He was close enough that I could spit in his face. And I did." * Cheryl, however, did not spit in Bill's face. The voluptuous teenager was too scared. She put on a pretty good performance, though. She was a fantastic protege. Dance, slut. Go on and dance. The slut was down to only a g-string. And she screamed a lot. Also, I couldn't really get inside her, like in the story. I couldn't really really know what the pretty little cheerleader was going through. That was a bummer. I could only imagine. Well, I had had some experience. I knew how ham fisted Bill could be. But I couldn't really feel Cheryl's pain, much as I would have liked to. Kelly walked in. Cheryl was going mad in her bondages. She was spread all over the rec room wall. I wouldn't call it great art, but it was interesting. Cheryl was breathing heavily. The men drank beer and watched Sunday afternoon football. Or was i t badmitten? You put the mitten on like this. And then you give her a tap. And she reacts. Nice. Middle Americans are very inventive. The meters on the glove tell you what you are doing and when. Bill had made this one out of parts from an old Mazda he had up on cinderblocks in his front yard. Try it. You can also control the current in the glove on individual fingers and joints. Yeah. Get up under there. See the way she's reacting. That tells you something big is happening. Inside her. Where it counts. wha happed Cheryl looked dazed. we've got it down to basics. she whines when you do that. touch her here. The girl reacted as predicted. so that's how it looked? when i did it. not bad. In fact, even better. Because it wasn't me. The other razor blade was sticking out of her neck. That was another thing I owed her for. I could hardly wait to show the women back at the office. Diane, my boss, would freak out. I slid one of the blad es out on my tongue just to show Cheryl how I could do it; turned it over, held it between my teeth and took it back in, laying it between my gum and cheek. Going up to her, I took one of her big baby boobs into my mouth -- well, as much of it as I could . There was some high pitched shrieking as I gave the soft tit meat a long slow kiss goodbye. When I let go, it looked like it had been chopped up in a blender. "Thanks sucker," I smiled at her. Cheryl begged me with her eyes not to go away and leave her like that. But what could I do? I only had a weekend. I had to get back. As I left, Bill was digging around up inside her with the electric glove, like he was cleaning out a chicken. The lo ok on Cheryl's face said she had forgotten all about me. For all I know, she's still hanging on a wall someplace outside of Chi. Chi-ao, bimbo. Bud said he'd drive me to the airport. The bastard got me there early enough so he could force me to give him a blowjob in the car park. Boy, was he surprised.