Message-ID: <1617eli$9706241746@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: tommy@tommys.spydernet.kom Subject: "I Am Not Cody" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: The THC Adult Text Archive: NOTCODY6.TXT (207 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. BEFORE YOU EMAIL ME, Please see the footer for important information. Visit http://vvv.com/files/Authors/Tom/wwwmy/acd.html ========================================================================== I AM NOT CODY From: an236647@anon.penet.fi To: mask@net23.com Subject: No subject Little girl go hide in a corner before you find the very evil you seek. Your little fantasy could very easily come true. You might regret even thinking of it. When you look into your darkest thoughts, to the place where you fear the most, when you focus on that cold clammy spot, you will see me...looking out at you. CHAPTER 6 "Vinnie told me what you did, Cody." "Pillow, I'm sorry." "Sure, Cody. Everyone knows how hard it is to get an apartment in New York." "What are you going to do?" "The same thing you did to me. As of tonight, you're street meat." "No." "Yes, Cody. But that's just for starters. When I'm done, you'll wish you had never lived." "You can't do this," Cody whined. "I'm going away on a trip." Pillow laughed and stood up. "Boy, you got that right," she said. "You sure are." A tall, beautiful redhead, she was wearing the same outfit as Cody, panties, blouse, leather jacket. Well, the one Cody had started out in. The whores had ripped off h er jacket, and her blouse was bloody and ripped to shreds. The two women looked remarkably alike. It would have been hard to tell the difference. Except that Cody was in a lot worse shape than Pillow. Pillow, who was on crutches, looked bad after ten months on the street in Jersey City, but Cody had only taken two hours to get into the condition she was now. Pillow said, "By the way, it was one of Vinnie's goons who ripped up Ilse. For shooting her stupid mouth off. I figured you'd figure it was because of you and freak, because of what you were doing on the net. And because you're such an ego-centric lit tle whore. I could still follow everything, since you were using my old account. All I needed was access to a computer. That wasn't hard because a lot of the guys who were fucking you in cyberspace were raping me in Jersey." "No." "So I figured, why not make a switch? The one they really wanted was you. Why not hand the real thing over to them? You deserve each other. That's why I'm taking your place, Cody. Your house, your job, your identity. And you are going to become me." "Noooo. You'll never get away with it." Pillow laughed. "We'll see. So long, sucker." She turned to go. "NO!" Cody screamed. Making a desperate lunge the young career girl jerked one of Pillow's crutches out from under her. The tawdry whore fell hard on her face, big tits splattering. Cody was on her in an instant, battering her head on the floor. Pillow rolled over and brought her knee up savagely into Cody's groin. The older girl let out a hollar and clutched herself. This had been just what Pillow had wanted. A chance to get everything back on her rival. For the next hour, Pi llow wiped up the floor with Cody. The two gorgeous redheads were unequally matched. For one thing, Cody didn't have the first clue about how to fight. Pillow did. It was too bad the writers club had gone home. They would have gotten a lot of ideas from watching Pillow destroy Cody Ann. Vivid, compelling images, such as an arm twisted behind her back. Chest out. Nipples erect. The sounds of bone snapping. A d azed expression on her face. Her bare butt. Bleeding face. The sound of a fist hitting her skull. The sound she made. The tears in her eyes. Her black eyes. Her split lip. Small details that do so much to enhance a story, make it real to the person reading it. Pillow had gained weight. She must have had twenty pounds on Cody. She was almost fat. It made a difference. Cody was practically emaciated. Nothing but tits and ass and long legs and a pretty face. And a skeleton holding them together. It broke u nder Pillow's blows. Pillow began to pour into Cody's body everything that had ever been done to Pillow. All the way back to her father, the judge in Tennessee, up to the mean streets of Jersey. She had a good memory. Once she had been as thin and helpless as the little fashion waif she was trashing. You come in here, you'r no one. L:eave your ideas at the door. Come on, sucker get up. Youi want to fight. Get up The bundle of huddled flesh that was waiting to b e described tried to get up off the floor. The ganglords gathered as Pillow brought the chair down across her broken ribs. Place your bets, gentlemen, this is just the beginning. As she tries to cram in here the last vestiges of a misspent lifetime. Y outh. I say she bets her life. I say her fresh good looks. It looks dorky. Shut up. It was worse than anything that had ever happened at the office as we all realized we were going to die and there wasn't much we could do about it. We couldn't get out. Of course, you couldn't, pretty., Oullow? Get up. The two girls ran down the street, their tight skirts up above their knickers. Cody was laughing. Hysterically. They crawled towards the exit. Where it should be. The women were trying to fig ure out what happened. Where are we? And the men were writing an alternative plan that would come up with whatever it was we needed for a proposal to work. How's that, MacHeith? Couldn't have done it better, luv. Cody had scrambled up on the pool ta ble and was rapidly inserting pool balls up into her cunt. You break. The illusion that that one shot will do it has a lot of heavy programming. The kind amateurs love, but professionals know all about. Delta One. Calling Delta One. Incoming at elev en o'clock. They neverr made it back. The band played on. "Having a good time, Cody?" Cody lay huddled on the floor, no longer fighting. Pillow dropped the crutches on her. "Here, asshole. You'll need these." One of Jonnie Tou's people would pick her up later, drive her to Jersey. If anyone noticed the switch, no one said anything. It didn't matter. One redheaded cunt was as good as another. Pillow hailed a cab and gave Cody's address. It would be good to have her old apartment back. EPILOGUE The phone rang. Pillow stepped out of the shower. Her lush body tingled as she walked across the floor, savoring the first real bath she had in ten months. Shaking out her tangle of wet curls, she put the receiver to her ear. "Hello." They wanted Cody. Pillow said she wasn't there. When would she be back? "I don't know." Well, could she be reached somewhere? Pillow smiled. She imagined Cody cowering on the corner of Demerest and Schuster, waiting for her first pickup. She looked at herself in the mirror Cody had placed adjacent to the phone and computer so she could get off on herself while answering her e -mail. Pillow's breasts were larger than Cody's and her legs were as long and beautiful. She was a little heavier, but it didn't matter. Her belly was flat. With her free hand, she caressed the thick tangle of hair that spread across the delta between her hips. It covered her lower belly and leaped in a diamond shape plume that extended an inch or two above her navel -- in which there was a ring. Beginning to breathe more heavily, Pillow inserted her fingers into herself as she talked, probing behind the rings that punctured her clit. In the mirror, her lips parted and she could almost imagine herself back there on the street corner waiting for Cody to make a mistake. "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I said, is that you? She put the phone down and went to the door. Just a rat. In a maze. She winced. Where am I? What story is this? You must never examine the story. It's out of bounds. That's what makes it the story. You cannot go beyond these walls. She walked out. Into the garden. Where he was waiting. No. Noo. No. Wrong story. Fuck you. This isn't it. I have to go to the bathroom. "Hello. No. She's not here." This isn't the way it is supposed to be. She was getting fucked against a street corner lamp. Yeah. Yeah. Give it to him baby. F uck him up good. She stole my money. Fucking little whore. I'll kill her. "No. She's not here." What was she saying? Stop it. None of this fits. Stupid mirror. I hate you. She threw something at it. It didn't break. But it shimmered. The mir ror in Cody's room. On the fourth floor. They started dying like flies. Red headed whores all over the city. Everyone was screaming for a pimp to protect them. What can I do baby. It's out of my hands. Of course it is. Who are all these people? T hese are the guys in Cody's life. Guys looking for Cody. Pillow died in bits and pieces as they came for her. A concentration camp as big as Jersey. Colonel Cody checking in. Come in Ranger One. Oh God. I can't bear it any more. Having Jersey up a gainst you like a goiter. She liked to imagine Cody's face swelling up like an egg plant. God how she hated egg plant. Like great big purple tits, the kind Cody would have right about now. It was Tuesday. The Clancy Brothers. Not those guys. Someon e else named Clancy. And the bungee cords. She smiled, wondering what it was doing to Cody. She had given Cody a remote delta pack that would keep tabs on her every movement. Cody was bouncing all over Jersey City and out into the wetlands. She diale d Celullar Two. All she could hear was screaming. That was the phone ringing in Cody's cunt. All rights refused, fellas. Cody was Carte Blanc. Pillow ate it up. Cody did too. It made her sort of sick. I mean, rat pellets. Kangaruu dung. Sucking a wallaby's wanger. Where did they have her? The fucking zoo? Someone's ass. Licking it out with that wedge shaped tongue, flicking at the hairy ass turds. Making them bounce. Making him jiggle. Oh God, old men are sickening. I hate ass turds. Wh y can't they wash? Why do they always wait for me to do it? After awhile, it gets to be routine. There's no flavor in it any more. Pillow's thoughts returned to the phone still in her hand, the insistent voice, attention jiggling down around the meaning of the words. "uh u no. I'm not her," she said. "I am not Cody." THE END ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Archivist Notes: (1) Sorry, no requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. can be honored. 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