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[Cock the Hammer by LeAnna]
She squeezed her eyes shut, her tear-streaked face contorted with pain.
Let it go, she commanded. Open those white, clutching fists and let that
hard, cold mass fall away.
First things first.
Her nipples as hard as that shining black metal had been, her heart
thumping, she obeyed the order she'd given herself.
First things... first.
Belinda picked up a plastic roller-ball pen in her hand. She marveled at
it - at the simple, smooth design, at the way the subtle texture rubbed her
fingertips. Pens had always been her passion. She read the blurb in gold
print.
Pathway Rehabilitation Services.
She laughed for the first time that day - a day that had been consumed in
the crashing low she associated with cocaine - the low that brought with it
unreasonable despair and pain.
She pressed the pen to the paper and started to pour out her thoughts, her
feelings. Note? What note? Be original. Who ever writes suicide prose?
Epic of the Sky
Sleep
Falling prey to the
Claws of dark dreams
All the while,
Fire
Rips through the sky above...
She sighed. Cheap hotel room - hot, stinking little room. No wonder the
gun's chilly metal had felt so good on her sweaty skin. She sighed again,
and loaded it methodically, sliding one smooth bullet in.
She looked down at herself. Her inflamed nipples were still absurdly hard,
painfully tingling with unfulfilled desire. She pushed a tendril of pure
white hair out of her eyes and contemplated her options.
Her hand made the choice for her, sliding down over her firm collarbone to
the crevice between her heat-sticky breasts. The top button came undone too
easily in her numb fingers, and the front snap of her bra came open with
even less effort.
So much more comfortable, so much cooler, having her breasts exposed to
this semi-fresh air. She sighed and the fingers of her hand started to
massage at the puckered nub. She lifted the heavy gun with the other hand.
The icy metal was so cool in her palm - and even more delightful, she
discovered, pressed against a swollen breast. She trailed it down her
belly, watching the path that it paved in her beaded sweat.
She thought: cock.
Hammer. Cock. Cock. Hammer.
The words wrestled each other in the cocaine-muddled back of her mind.
Cock the hammer.
Hammer the cock.
She held herself high, trying to not collapse to the inevitable tears. The
gun found itself guided between her legs. Almost accidentally, the tiny
nubbin of hammer brushed against her clit.
Cock. Isn't that what started all this trouble?
She slid it, best as she could, along the slit that was so slick with her
juices. The gun was still so icy-cold, but she didn't mind. Felt nice.
She could dillydally a bit, couldn't she? After all, it wasn't as if Death
himself stood at the gates, tapping his foot and glancing at his watch.
And oh, it felt so nice. It made her shiver.
She adjusted herself, lying down on the hard mattress, her legs spread
apart and slightly crooked at the knee. She sighed as the hammer danced in
figure-eights along her clit, the barrel so very close to her.
Her name had been Alex. She'd had a bitter, dark kind of beauty hidden in
her perfectly formed body. Round breasts and full hips, the definition of
luscious, the very image of womanhood.
Belinda had fallen so utterly in love with her.
Even her kiss had been dark, that fatal kiss first given to her amidst the
neon-illuminated smoke of the bar.
"Beautiful girl," she'd whispered to Belinda, the words making her drunk
and dazzled, the cocaine playing with her senses just as Alex played with
her mind. "Such eyes. Shiny green eyes. They look like imprisoned stars."
A smooth, red-painted nail traced along Belinda's trembling cheek. "Who
created you? Who had this vision?"
They'd remained on the dance floor until the bar had closed in the early
light, Alex whispering to her all the while in that throaty gasp, telling
her all those things she wanted. Belinda, forever the child of the light,
was seduced by Alexis's dark vernacular.
A tear trickled down her cheek. She nudged the round, hollow barrel
towards her entrance, and with a tight gasp, slid the icy tip inside.
And Alex had taken her home, tying her to the bedposts. That was how Alex
always liked it, and Belinda never minded, coming again and again,
struggling against her shackles, begging for reprieve from this overwhelming
joy. Alex had lavished her with her tongue and fingers. The sheen of her
full black hair, heady with the scent of herbs and perfume, intoxicated her.
Belinda had never liked boys. She'd never even kissed a male. She
couldn't abide even the sight of their greasy, hard bodies - so cold, so
uninviting. So invasive. They seemed all cock as they took you, thrusting,
and finally marking you. To her, it seemed a whole different, savage
species. And so she'd been alone for a long time - her fragile and pale
looks attracted men everywhere, but she never seemed to find a woman
interested in her. Her only companion had been the cocaine.
Interesting enough, it was easier to find a drug than a lover, if there was
any difference, Belinda mused.
But Alex didn't understand that. Alex didn't understand the immediate
revulsion, the downright fear she had of men. Alex didn't understand why
even a glimpse of a greasy chest could shake Belinda to her very core.
Alex, oh Alex -- she'd let Alex take her in a way nobody else had. Alex,
with her fascination for 'deep-dicking' as she called it. The closest that
Belinda would ever, ever come to fucking a man - sometimes too close.
"It can be such unparalleled joy," Alex had told her, as always, in her
quiet, caressing voice. "It touches you deep enough, hard enough, and you
can lose yourself so completely." Those eyes gleamed as she talked.
"Ultimate giving."
For all her smooth talking, it'd taken Alexis months to convince Belinda to
let her do it.
She thrust the cold barrel inside her as deep as she could endure it,
crying with pain and exuberance, waiting for the slow flood to build.
She was on her hands and knees, wrists and ankles firmly shackled. She
wiggled her toes, marveling at the freedom they had that the rest of her
didn't possess.
Alex kneeled behind her, between her legs, a set of plastic, jellied
phalluses at her side. She leaned forward, and Belinda felt the tickle of
long eyelashes against the round of her ass. Starting directly above her
ass, a tongue trickled down, gentle, so maddeningly gentle, that Belinda
squirmed in delight. Down, wetly over her perineum, glancing over her slit,
rimming her clit. A finger slid inside, and Belinda groaned.
It occurred to her that she'd never had anything thicker than the breadth
of those fingers.
The thought flitted away when she felt the tip of the smallest vibrator
press against her slit. She relaxed and braced herself, and took it with
amazing ease.
Soon, she had a medium-sized phallus rooted deep inside her, stroking in
and out. She groaned as it brushed against those unknown organs inside her.
"There's nothing," Alex whispered, "like a hammering cock."
There's nothing like a cocking hammer...
"You cheated on me," Belinda breathed, staring at Alex with tear-blurred
eyes. "With a man, no less!"
Alex was silent for a moment. Then, "I love you no less. It means
nothing."
"Yes, it does! It means everything! I trusted you. I love you. But
still, you betrayed me."
"Shh. Listen to me, Bellie. You don't own me." Alex's eyes flashed with
uncommon anger. "We have a sexual relationship. That's all. And just
because you think you love me does not mean that you own me. And it never
will."
"But I do love you."
"No. You don't know."
With that, she walked away, her boots clicking into the distance.
...They tell you
They say you don't know what you like
They order you
They say you don't really know why
They drown you
And hold you underneath the sky
They clip your wings
And forever cripple you from such flight...
Orgasm thundered ever-nearer.
It had been a week before she'd seen Alex again. Alex had lured Belinda
back like the beloved cocaine, calling its junkie for one last pleasure
trip.
It'd been so sweet to feel Alex in her arms, so soft and silky. Belinda
was so choked on her scent that she could barely breathe. Those eyes she
had fallen in love with, those dark eyes were as domineering as ever, but as
bitter as they'd never been.
"Beautiful child. Golden girl," Alex had smiled, wrapping a white tress
around her finger. Then she'd used it to pull Belinda near for one of those
dark kisses she was so good at.
The kiss, those warm breasts pressing against her own - no wonder she
surrendered so quickly. Soon, they were again in Alex's little dungeon.
Hard, driving guitars resonated off the walls as Belinda was again strapped
down, again possessed.
This time she was blindfolded.
"I have a surprise for you," Alex murmured into her ear, her hot breath
making Belinda shiver. Then Alex drew away, and she felt a phallus nudge
against her entrance. "Strap-on."
Sightless as she was, her world was entirely sound and sensation, as the
phallus slammed into her again and again.
Belinda came countless times. It felt so good, so deep. Then abruptly,
Alex stepped away. Nothing but chill air between her legs and the
tremendous beating drums in her ears.
Then once again a phallus slid into her. She must've gone to change sizes -
this one was so much bigger, so much silkier. And so she was hammered into
again, never bottoming out despite Belinda's desperate cries and pleas to go
deeper in between the uncontrollable orgasms.
A thick groan sliced through the air, a male's voice, and finally the
phallus did bottom out.
Those thick thighs, with their wiry hair -
Those soft, pliable testicles brushing, bouncing against her inner thighs.
This was not Alex.
And as she came to that realization, Alex's deadly kiss stung her cheek.
And, gun deep in her, an ecstatic cry rang out through the air at the same
time the explosion did.
And then it was remarkably silent.
Breathe this water
No longer choking on it
And
Thus a flightless animal is formed.
Belinda Mays
August 19, 1995
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