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The Dildock Virus - 1
by Ziglo (ziglothedark@yahoo.ca)
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Laurel attempts to rid her computer of the Dildock
Virus. (MF, reluc, exh, mc)
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Chapter One
Laurel reflected on the past few weeks as her walk
from the supermarket drew her closer to the apartment
building where she now lived. It only had been a
couple of weeks since her move to the big city and a
world of difference from life with mom and dad to
being on her own. Recently graduated from college as a
production line specialist, her new job at Spanner
Industries was the biggest change in all her twenty
one years. She thought how especially her mom didn't
want her moving there with all the crime and
corruption of city life and how she had to reassure
them she would be fine and even how the neighborhood
she was going to be living in was really much safer
than she believed it was herself.
She felt the weight of her grocery bags getting
heavier with each step. Laurel was a looker by
anyone's standards. Hers was the beauty of the classic
small town cutie whose smile could capture anyone's
heart. She had curves where any man would want them
and a bosom that could drive them wild if she ever
chose to showcase her cleavage, which she didn't. If
she was ever the center spread in a Playboy magazine,
men would be wondering how they got someone as
wholesome as her to pose while they closely studied
each well-thumbed page.
Coming within sight of the five story apartment she
now called home she gave her head a shake that gently
tossed her long honey brown hair about as she again
thought of her computer frustrations back in her unit.
She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she
had no link to the Internet just a static filled
screen and she promised her mom she'd be in touch
every day through e-mail to reassure her that all was
ok. She called the internet company, but of course
they insisted that there were no faults in their
system and the trouble really was with her computer.
She highly doubted that but what was she to do?
It was fate that at the moment she neared the entrance
to the complex, she spotted the parked van with the
big bold advertising on the side. "Reggie the Home
Computer Specialist! Most Fixes $30! Ph:555-771-0236"
Taking her computer anywhere else for someone to look
at it could probably cost 50 dollars or more, so while
it was on her mind she put down her bags and using her
cell phone called the number. Prepared to leave a
message, she was mildly startled when Reggie himself
picked up after the second ring and was abrupt and to
the point.
"Reggie here, what can I do for you?"
"...Oh, hello, I saw your van sitting outside my
apartment and I'm having a bit of trouble with my
Internet connection. Do you think you might have some
time to take a look before you go?"
"Yeah...Ok" his reply seemed as if it were an
inconvenience, "Just finishing up a job in the next
few minutes...your apartment number?"
"317" Laurel said a little surprised at how fast this
was all happening but guessing that was a good thing.
"Ok, see you then." and with a click he hung up.
Laurel waited a few seconds making sure the
conversation was over before finally putting her phone
away and picking up her bags for the walk upstairs.
I'll have to hurry she thought.
Entering her apartment she quickly kicked off her
shoes and quickly set her groceries down on her table
next to her computer desk causing a couple of oranges
and a bunch of bananas to tumble out such was her
haste. I'll get to that later she thought and quickly
put her coat away. Barely had she time to turn on the
computer to get it ready before a knock on her door
told her he had come over more quickly than she
expected. Opening the door she couldn't help but make
a quick judgment of the man. In front of her holding
his bag of gear, Reggie was a medium height white male
she figured to be in his late 20's or very early 30's.
He looked like he was losing his youthful appearance
sooner than he should have. His hair was starting to
thin, and while not excessively overweight you could
see where he was going over the next few years. But it
was that smiling face that caught her most. It
reminded her of that last mistake of a boyfriend she
had whom her parents practically forced upon her.
Smug, cocksure, the kind of ex-jock that thinks
they're God's gift to women. Brad was one bad
experience she was glad was over. He had pulled the
wool over her parents' eyes with his snake oil charm,
but they never saw his selfish, degrading inner core
as she had. Other boys would have loved to have a
chance with her, but for the longest time even before
he wormed his way in, Brad made sure no one else even
came close.
He was her only sexual partner and he had not made it
pretty. And of course, how could she ever forget his
two asshole sidekicks with all their lewd comments
towards her. Whenever she talked to Brad about them,
he would only laugh tell her to loosen up and accuse
her of being too thin skinned. The old memory was gone
in a flash as Reggie asked for a second time to be let
in. "Oh sure." she said with a quick smile and stepped
back hoping this wouldn't take long. Unguided, he
walked directly over to her computer desk where he
instantly sat down and took over. Just as arrogant as
Brad too she thought.
He saw the jumping, pulsing, static like image, did
the customary glance at the cable connections and
looked over the modem box. He then opened up a few
windows on her computer and started typing in DOS
commands. It wasn't long before she had no idea what
he was doing and after several minutes he turned to
look her straight in the eyes and almost with an
imperceptible smirk tightening his mouth said "It
looks like you got the ...Dildock Virus." and waited
for her reaction. How was she to respond? She said she
had never heard of it.
"Oh you don't want it! It invades all your programming
code, rewriting it, destroying all your old documents
and images on a sub-partechian level, and it'll spread
to other computers on the web. I can save your stuff,
but I've got to it now before this thing does more
damage." When Laurel asked how much it would cost, he
coyly said that while it did take a bit of effort and
programming time he survived on word of mouth and she
since seemed nice so he'd try to keep it down to $30
and smiled sweetly. "It can take a while so if you
want to do some things around the place it's ok. I
have to get some gear out." And on he went, just
assuming the job without her say so.
"That's fine," she said, "I do have a few things to
do." making an excuse to get away. She wasn't
comfortable with the situation, it didn't seem right,
but what could she do? And who could she get that
would be as cheap that would actually come to her? I
guess I have to put more faith in people she thought.
This big city life is really beginning to get to me.
About 20 minutes later Reggie came to find her as she
was folding laundry. She was noticeably startled when
he spoke and she briefly wondered how long he had
stood there watching her before he said anything.
"I've installed a special program that will fix the
virus, it's incredibly hard to kill and the software
has a unique way of going about it. By the way, before
I finished up I noticed you don't have a webcam and
took the liberty to install one. I'm offering them at
a special discount. I got a whole case of these cams
from a store that was going bankrupt. Incredibly high-
tech with audio, I'm letting them go for a steal at
thirty bucks."
Now she was pissed. Why would he even thing to install
something like that before asking her? But on second
thought it sounded like excellent value and she
thought how happy her mom would be if she could see
and hear her daughter instead of just get email. She
wasn't exactly flush with extra cash and because of
Reggie's ballsy attitude she started to say no thanks,
but was interrupted before she even began. "Tell you
what; you pass my name on to three friends and it's
yours for $10." How could she pass that up?
"Ok," she finally agreed.
"Fine, forty bucks. Before I go." He said with
outstretched palm.
She just barely scraped enough cash together from her
purse and a pocket or two and gave it to him the total
amount. He then directed her to sit down at her
computer. "It's all done except for what you have to
do." He briefly changed the subject and excitedly
pointed to the new space age camera mounted above her
monitor. "Pretty nifty huh? Auto tracking, hi res, low
light sensitivity, zoom and pan control and
recognition features." Unseen by Laurel a disgusting
smirk spread across his face as he said, "You're gonna
love it!"
Then he got serious again. "This program is going to
have to run off and on over the next few days. I don't
have time to seek out all instances of the virus as it
writes new code. What you have to do is sit here and
watch the screen. You're going to see all sorts of
colors and shapes and stuff flash up on the monitor as
it's working." He leaned closely over her shoulder,
giving her the creeps and almost tried to talk sexily
into her ear the next few instructions.
"What you want to do is pay attention and when you see
colors show up only in the sequence of blue, red,
green, green and then blue... click your left mouse
button right away or you'll have to start the program
all over again. Now it can take some time so be
patient and only hit the button when you get that
sequence no others okay? Reaching around her, he
clicked her mouse on a program he installed and almost
immediately her screen was filled with a flashing,
pulsing kaleidoscope of data, patterns and odd random
colors. The speed and intensity took her mind a moment
to adjust. She knew she'd have to focus and so settled
in to the task at hand.
He packed up his gear and left. She was already so
absorbed in the monitor display; she didn't turn her
head to say "Thank you." as he stood at the door. If
she had, she would have seen him leering at her with
hungry eyes and that smug smile. "Oh you'll be
thanking me later alright" he thought to himself as he
closed the door. He put the $40 into his pocket and
headed for the stairs as he muttered "I always like to
be paid by women before I fuck 'em up." Reggie began
to hum a song. It was the stripper tune.
It was the oddest sensation Laurel thought as her eyes
fixated on the computer screen. She knew her attention
was rapt on what she was doing, trying to pay
attention for just the right color pattern to flash
before clicking the mouse, but she kept catching
herself being consciously being pulled away from
everything, like those scenes in horror movies where
the shot continually zooms out as the camera moves
forward. As she continued watching, an insightful
thought came to her that if the human mind was a
computer, than surely this is what its programming
would look like. Every now and then, a crystalline
display of black diamond patterns would form amidst
the storm of imagery, burst apart, dance briefly about
in chaotic symmetry and then merge back into one
before disappearing into the frenetic mix.
Flashes amid the myriad of images, colors and pulsing
patterns, it all seemed a luring hypnotic daydream
designed to lull, reassure and subtlety instruct at a
very deep level. And every time the black diamond
sequence occurred, it brought on an ever increasing
and heart quickening adrenaline 'rush'. She could feel
herself getting tired from her efforts, yet very open
and excited at the same time. Every now and then the
pattern of colors she was waiting for would start to
build, but before she could trigger the button, they
would vanish into the random pattern of everything
else and once more force her back into paying
attention through what could only describe as some
deep mind buzz. And on and on it went. Without
realizing it, she slowly drifted away...
When she finally came around, her thoughts were
confused, hazy, muddled as if her mind wasn't quite in
sync with her body. She finally became aware she was
sitting at her computer and staring at a web page.
"Thank God!" was her first reaction, "The internet was
back on!" Then she noticed the time on her computer
had just turned 8:00pm and the website seemed to be
some odd type of forum. It must be for the people who
were affected by this dildock virus she tried to
rationalize. "And how advanced!" as she saw her image
up in a small box to the left of the monitor. "Not
only do you share messages but video with each other."
How handy this new camera will be as she remembered
just getting it, or did she always have it..."
"Hello Sweets!" someone named Bareback texted her in a
small window, "Haven't seen you here." Laurel smiled
back at his friendliness. She hoped others would be as
well. Maybe now she'd get some answers what this virus
thing was all about and how to avoid it in the future.
"First time." she typed and as she hit return. She
seemed to type her reply alright, but she had the
sense she was doing something she hadn't done in
years. Must be this fuzziness.
A message from someone else named Sukme popped up.
"Wow! You look hot! Love to do you!" And as offensive
as that should have been, Laurel noticed in her video
image she was smiling back at the cheeky remark.
"Nice blouse" yet another typed by the name of
SkankMan, "Isn't it a little warm where you are, don't
you want to open up that top of yours, breathe a
little easier?"
She realized she actually did feel warm and without
making the conscious decision, found she had begun
unbuttoning two buttons of her blouse and parted it
open with her hand. "What's going on?" she asked
herself in an attempt to understand her actions. It
was confusing and it was not good. It was like being
drunk, but not having touched a drop.
"More buttons please" was the quick reply from yet
another. Before she could give a smart answer back,
another viewer typed in. Her heart skipped an
involuntary beat. It was from someone named Black
Diamond.
"You want to remove the whole blouse. Don't leave us
wondering." Laurel sat there stupefied before she
looked down and realized that's just what she was
doing. The cleavage of her ample young breasts came
into view, bounding slightly out of her modest bra and
she dropped her top off to the floor beside her. Her
face had a most sexy smile, but inside she was
starting to panic!
Black Diamond seemed to have read her mind. "Relax,
it's all harmless fun. Enjoy yourself. The internet
makes everything anonymous so you can do what you
really want with no problems." Grasping for reason,
she tried to sense in what he said. No one gets hurt
and we all just having fun ...doing what we ...want?
Still searching for answers, she looked around the
website screen for the first time and noticed the site
was called www.camnett.com. There were 29 viewers, no
make that 30 and it seemed her web name was...
'CockSlut'? "No, that can't be me! I'd never call
myself that. Where's my name?" She tried to
comprehend, but nothing was making sense. "This
wouldn't even be a funny joke."
"Show us your tits!" someone new, just posted.
"Take off your bra" typed another.
Her obvious delay prompted another message from Black
Diamond. "You should please these guys; it's how you
get off, isn't it?" A voice deep inside her was
screaming at her as if from a great distance in a wind
storm. The warning sounded dire, she should pay
attention, but nothing could be understood. It was
only a sense of frightened concern a friend might have
for another in times of dire trouble.
As her hands removed her bra, she looked down only to
realize her nipples were standing out stiff. How
embarrassing! A flurry of excited posts popped up from
several horny guys almost at once. A side glance told
her she now had 62 people checking out her exposed
breasts
"Holy Shit! They're gorgeous!"
"Play with them!"
"Pull your nipples!"
"Where do you live?"
"Lick them."
Each message sent a tingle through her body that only
became heightened as she began rubbing her breasts.
She gently pulled her nipples a couple of times,
releasing them back to have her breasts bounce
slightly. She tried intentionally to forget about her
silent audience in her effort to avoid the personal
embarrassment of being caught in self-pleasure. But
when the one known as Black Diamond posted she gave
full attention and could swear her heart fluttered.
"You're such a horny exhibitionistic slut!"
She should have been appalled. No one had ever been as
rude to her as what she was reading now. But it came
with shocking realization that on some level, she was
getting totally turned on. And all the other viewers
on this board were right into this stuff and so it
made sense that it was ok to be into it as well.
"Click on my cam to show you what you really need." A
post from Black Diamond came up with a link.
She leaned forward and clicked on a camera icon. Was
she obeying or just curious? And if she tried to
justify an answer, would it be the truth? Another
window opened up and showed a close up of a fat semi
erect thick cock. Why did her pulse quicken? Why was
she so fascinated? Black Diamond continued, "Look at
it. You love it, you're my little cockslut and you'd
love to taste that fat fuck rod and have it shoved
deep up your twat!"
Laurel could see other messages popping into view.
Another glance showed her that 119 viewers were now
looking at her, but her eyes repeatedly came back to
stare at the pulsing cock now slowly being stroked by
the left hand of Black Diamond.
"Take off your pants!"
"Show some pussy please"
Almost as if waiting for approval from Black Diamond
she hesitated until he posted. "Go ahead, give 'em
what they want. You want to, don't you?" With fleeting
dismay she realized she was losing her self-dignity
and with resigned obedience Laurel removed her pants,
her modest white laced panties, moved her chair back
to give a better view and sat down legs spread to show
anyone watching her trim, plump mound. Her inner voice
was still shouting in panic, but its distance to
great. It was so hard to pay it any attention. Open
air caressed across her partially open nether lips and
she was mildly surprised to realize that she had
become moist, lubricated and definitely aroused. "What
the hell is happening to me?" She spread her legs even
further.
Messages were starting to pop up every other second.
Viewers were starting to act like a pack of wolves,
instinctively sensing prey they could bring down
together.
"Ohh! Christ!"
"Beautiful!"
"Wider"
"Baby, you are so hot!"
"Mmmmm!"
"Finger yourself"
Three hundred and forty one viewers! Men, women, and
God knows who else! They were all getting off on her
naked body. Never would she have done such a thing in
the past. Old men, pimpled kids, ugly pigs, perverts!
"Who's watching me?" It didn't matter she realized, it
was the fact they were that was so exciting. Her eyes
came back to the tight shot of Black Diamond's thick
cock as her hand made its way down to her parted slit
to pleasure herself. "Why can't I help myself and stop
this insanity now?"
She was caught in a tangled mass of confusion, panic
and arousal and always the promise of unbridled
pleasure lurking. As she inserted her middle finger
inside herself and pushed it in and out for the
entertainment of all who were watching the only answer
she could find to all of this was because it just felt
so good. So good...
Her eyes came back to the cam of Black Diamond. She
knew she was starting to obsess on that veined thick
piece of man meat and couldn't help it. It's girth,
its mushroomed head, the piss slit that was becoming
the centre of her attention. How could she be so into
this? Never before was she like this, but at that
moment, nothing was more important than watching him
tease her by slowly pulling on his shaft. Head
sticking out, head sticking back in, head sticking
out. It's so good. It's all such harmless... fun.
A few minutes passed. Over five hundred watchers now!
Her breath was quickening. The messages now were a
steady stream. She was actually grateful she had been
so fixated on Black Diamonds cam that she couldn't
read them all. Every other post seemed to be a request
for her to do something more obscene and she was very
afraid she might, and enjoy it. Who was she anymore?
She was swept in the middle of raging river of emotion
with no chance to swim to safe shore. The current was
too fast. But somehow that was the way she wanted it.
"Turn around"
"Oh my God!"
"What a slut!"
"Show your ass."
"Squirt baby!"
"Suck your tits"
"Ass please"
Black Diamond made a request and she immediately
obeyed. "Turn around for a minute and spread you ass
cheeks for us."
She got up and turning around, kneeled on the chair
and parted her ass cheeks wide as if for some bizarre
medical inspection. Her rosebud, so private, so
intimate, was exposed for everyone to study. When she
glanced back over her shoulder at the monitor she
realized the camera had zoomed in incredibly tight.
Nothing was left to the imagination. As the image
slowly pulled out showing her pussy she realized in
dismay she was practically dripping juice as turned on
as she was being such an exhibitionistic naughty girl.
Maybe she really was a slut. Was it then she gave in?
Her moral voice went silent and the passion of the
moment was the only thing to live for. There was no
time to think of consequences, only pleasure in the
now. She now had an intense need for anyone or
anything to enter her, penetrate her, make love no
fuck her. She wasn't the only one who knew what she so
obscenely craved.
She turned around and sat back down to read the
comments on the screen. She wanted to know that she
was turning them all on, what they wanted her to do
and what they wanted to do to her.
In the sea of texts, a message from Black Diamond
jumped out to be read. It was blunt, direct and
immediately sounded like a great idea. "Go fuck
yourself with a banana."
Her eyes went to the fruit she purchased just earlier
that day. She looked at the bunch of firm bananas
lying on the table. How did he know? She felt so horny
anything inside her would be wonderful. She broke off
the biggest and leaned back in her chair for the next
step in her debasement. The voice of inner warning had
been gone for some time, swept away in the whirlwind
of new found passions and emotional servitude.
She looked at her image smiling sexily at the camera
as she first ran the banana around her moist lips;
getting it lubricated before increasingly deeper
thrusts drove it home. Her thick cream started to coat
the glistening fruit and build at the entrance to her
pussy as she repeatedly pushed it in for another
assault on any remaining modesty she had possibly
possessed.
Her watchers were reduced to animals, howling,
jeering, amazed at the spectacle they were witnessing.
She stopped her thrusting for a moment to give
everyone a clear view of the remaining quarter of
fruit peering out, her slick vaginal lips hugging it
tightly as she tapped it firmly with her fingers to
show how planted it was inside. This time she welcomed
the close up. She wanted to be the star. Without her
even controlling it, small window after window after
window started filling up her computer screen with
masturbating cock after cock stoking to her
exhibitionist show.
She was being called a slut, a whore, a horny cunt and
she was truly getting off on it. Hundreds of men,
wanting her, wishing they were there fucking her,
wanting to maul her tits, thrust their tongues in her
mouth, grab her hips or pull her hair like the reigns
of horse as they drove themselves as deep as they
could into her. She could imagine herself pushing
back, feeling so tight and used. As each viewer shot
his load, semen spraying, another cam of some fat
bellied man or skinny naked youth would pop up in its
place to take his turn as her virtual lover.
Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited for all
their seed. She wanted to be bred by any one of those
stiff, stoking erections she saw up on the screen. But
it was Black Diamond's she wanted most. She could
actually feel his mushroomed head splitting her lips,
his shaft stretching her as it pushed inside, and like
a hot steel bar relentlessly drive deeper and deeper,
no mercy asked for, no mercy given. She felt every
ridge, every pulsing vein. She was the animal in heat,
waiting for the moment she would receive his seed, to
complete the act, the only reason for being.
Eight hundred and twenty two viewers! With each new
watcher she was getting more and more turned on.
Lauren didn't know how much more she could stand. She
imagined herself in some dim old, seedy theater house
performing sex acts on a stained mattress casually
thrown on the floor, completely surrounded by rows
upon rows of naked men. It didn't matter who, how old
or what they looked like, just that they all were all
going to get their turn in using her.
She was fucking the banana as fast as she could now.
The camera panned and zoomed in and out all over her
entire body from her glazed grunting face to her
bouncing titties with their stiff nipples down to her
vagina slick with discharge around her lips as the
dildo of choice repeated its pounding rhythm.
She looked back at the cam of Black Diamond hoping he
was as aroused as she, and gave an exquisite shudder
to see his frenzied stroking. Laurel so wanted for
them to get off together, to be one. No longer was
there any voice of resistance calling her back to who
she once was. Her eyes closed, she was in the moment.
She wasn't just surrendering to her new self, she was
embracing it. All the guilt, shame and pressures of
society were gone in this liberation of primal need
and rapture. She exulted in the knowledge there were
now over one thousand men watching her, participating
in her passion, wanting to ravage her, bury themselves
inside her and pump their seed deep into her fertile
womb.
Her eyes opened up to see load after load of jism
spray like a river from the cock of Black Diamond. She
began with a low moan that quickly rose to a high
shrill. Laurel was experiencing her first orgasm ever,
consuming her entire body. With three final rapid
thrusts of the banana shoving deeper inside her than
she would have ever dared, her body jerked
convulsively like a puppet on strings and quickly she
pulled it out, spraying juice in all directions. At
first she thought she was peeing from her open gash.
Never had she felt anything so intense and never had
she felt such raw unbridled lust.
And then as quickly as it peaked, it was over. Viewer
on over eleven hundred internet screens around the
world watched this naked, stunning twenty one year
old, glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving in
rapid breaths, finally touch back on the ground. The
endless stream of taunts, requests and rude
compliments had stopped so in awe were they of what
they just witnessed. My God! None had ever seen
something that intense before. So incredibly hot. So
fucking sexy!
And then began again the swell of appreciation.
"Oh my God!"
"Never seen anything like that!"
"What a slut! Did you guys see that?! Holy Shit
darling!"
"You made me explode big time baby! Wanna lick it up?"
"You've got Mail!"
"Read mine first!"
And on it went until without her typing one character
on her keyboard, mysteriously a message appeared from
her to all her new found fans. "That's it for tonight
boys, see you same time tomorrow for another show!
Your favorite little CockSlut!"
"Same time tomorrow?" she moaned as it sunk in.
"...another show?"
That small voice was back, trying to tell her
something, warn her, screaming at her. But her search
for understanding was cut short when her screen went
black. Then blue. And then once more began to run a
pattern of random colors, patterns and symbols she
recognized as the program it was so important for her
to pay attention to. As she settled into its mindset,
she started to feel relaxed yet excited, comforted yet
adventurous and certain if she looked deeper into that
void everything would be answered in time.
Everything would be wonderful. If only she knew what
the questions were. But for now she had to pay
attention...
Continued in part 2...
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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