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The Dildock Virus - 2
by Ziglo (ziglothedark@yahoo.ca)
***
Laurel attempts to rid her computer of the Dildock
Virus. (MF, reluc, exh, mc)
***
Chapter Two
Laurel was impatient to get back to her apartment.
Absently playing with tresses of her honey blonde
hair, she peered out through the city bus window onto
the rainy world outside. Any distraction was welcome
if it could take her mind away from the pungent odor
of the hot and sweaty construction workers that packed
the bus after a hard day's labor.
She was tired, on edge and it was very clear something
was troubling the back of her mind. Work today at the
factory had been more or less alright she supposed.
She did think back with irritation and disgust to her
episodes with Frank, the machinery repair technician.
Here was someone older than her grandfather, leering
at her more than once today. And what's with that shit
eating grin of his? She'd have liked to have said a
thing or two to him and wipe that smirk off his face.
But upbringing kicked in and prevented her from saying
anything rude or improper however much he deserved it.
She just wanted to get home and run that program again
to remove the Dildock Virus from her computer. That
morning before she left work the software said it was
86% finished, so maybe a few more runs of the program
and it'd be complete. She wanted her problems over
with and just get on with life. She was sure there'd
also be a flashing message on her phone from her
mother wondering why she didn't email her yesterday.
Mothers do worry after all, but the thing that was
nagging her most was the feeling that she was
forgetting something. Something really important and
she couldn't put her finger on it ...like part of her
mind wasn't letting the other half see what's really
going on. She was mulling this over as the bus drove
past row upon row of billboards and one in particular
caught her eye.
The advertisement was for one of the new Wi-Fi/4G
tablets showcasing its capability for two way video
conferencing and featured a picture within a picture
of two people talking. Her body recoiled like the
moment of shock when the sheet is peeled back off the
coroners table to reveal the corpse of a loved one
beneath.
The impact hit her hard and sudden. Not only had she
exposed herself to others on the internet the night
before, but shoved a banana inside herself and
orgasmed for their pleasure! Literally orgasmed! Oh my
God! Her gasp of realization caused several passengers
around her to look up and see if she was alright. She
quickly stared back out the window, avoiding eye
contact with anyone. Dear Lord! What if one of these
dirty sweaty construction workers saw her and
recognized her!?
She saw the passing world with wild unblinking eyes.
The thought hitting hardest in her mind over and over
again was the fact she enjoyed it. God she really got
off on it. No emotion, no feeling, nothing in memory
had ever come close to that release of passion last
night. Then she got scared, her heart pounding, that
given the opportunity, would she do it all over again.
"No!" The anguished gasp involuntarily escaped her
lips. It mustn't ever happen again! "What the hell is
happening to me" she desperately wondered. She must
have been drunk, but she didn't remember drinking.
Someone must have given her something in a drink, but
what? She heard of that sort of thing at Raves, but
she hadn't been to anything like that or any bar for
that matter. No, it must have been just a one-time
thing, never to happen again ...ever.
She then began the overwhelming effort to suppress
emotion, personal shame and a very real fear of losing
herself. She had to bury those thoughts as deeply
inside herself as her conscious mind would allow.
Laurel made the mental commitment to herself that with
her first step off the bus at her stop she would be
back to her normal self and move on forgetting it ever
happened. No one she knew would even have seen her
last night anyway. Done.
She turned the key and entered her apartment. Thinking
about what she was going to have for dinner, she
flicked on the computer to do another pass with the
anti-virus software and rid herself of that Dildock
bug once and for all. "What inconvenience! Why do
people make these viruses anyway?" she muttered to
herself.
While she was waiting for her leftover pasta to heat
up in the microwave, she changed out her work clothes
and freed her breasts from the confines of her bra in
the process. She tossed a loose fitting cotton tank
top over her head and slipped into her casual hi-cut
jeans to shut down for the night and chill. She wasn't
planning on going out or seeing anyone and so
determined comfort was far more desirable than modesty
especially in the confines of her own home.
She caught her image in the full length mirror in her
bedroom as she zipped up the shorts and noticed her
ample breasts had the tips of her nipples poking at
the fabric, leaving nothing to be imagined. Giving
herself a half turn and a leggy pose she did a quick
study of her curvature and rounded buttocks. With her
golden hair sensuously cascading about her shoulders
she looked pretty sexy even if she did say so herself
in a country video sort of way. The word slutty came
to mind, but she chose not to use it. "If men like a
few curves on a woman than I guess I'm their gal" she
verbally joked to herself.
Sitting herself sat down at her computer desk she
started the virus program. If she had thought about
it, she actually was looking forward to the process
and had gotten quite used to the pulsing display that
strobed before her eyes. It was almost entertaining
now, taking her away from her troubles, relaxing her
and washing the stress of the day away. She might even
run the program now and then once the virus was
finally removed because well, it just felt good. That
was her last thought as her mind seemed once again to
just ...drift ...away.
The leftovers were quite cold in the microwave when
she finally got around to them. But as cold as they
were, she found herself hungrily devouring them
anyway. She was famished as if her body was preparing
for energy for it was going to need later. She glanced
back at the time on the microwave and frowned. The
digital clock said it was 7:35 pm., far later than it
really should be. She had just gotten the last forkful
in her mouth when a buzz on the intercom told her she
had a visitor. Gulping down the last bite she pressed
the button and responded with a "Who is it?" She got a
mild surprise upon hearing who it was.
"Hi, its Reggie the computer guy just checking to see
how my program was working out."
"Fine ...thanks for asking although you didn't need to
come over." She saw no reason to let him in, but after
a brief moment of silence, her natural desire to be
courteous stepped up and she buzzed the entrance.
"Please, come up." I really should thank him in person
she thought, just not for long.
Less than a minute later, Reggie was at her door and
it was too late as she was opening it to realize that
with no bra on, her breasts would be pushing out with
clear definition. "Oh well, can't do much now." was
her quick thought. The stocky, thirty-something male
that stood at her door was unimpressive to say the
least and the big shit eating grin on his face took
away any appreciation she had for his concern and
reminded her just how obnoxious he was just the other
day. She could feel her own personal defense growing
stronger by the second. Instead of letting him barge
in like the last time, she stood her ground at the
door. She would be polite, but firm. This was her home
after all and she would only invite in those whom she
wanted, when she wanted.
"I'll just go in and check your system out, make sure
my software is doing its job."
"Thanks for your concern, I really appreciate you
coming out here to follow up, but there's really no
need, its working well and in fact the whole process
should be complete with just another scan or two.
Thanks for checking in, but I've got to get back to
..."
He cut her off. "Good to hear, but there's also
something I want you to see," he said with quick
purpose and began rolling up the sleeve on his left
arm, "it's a special tattoo." Foreboding told her not
to look down to his forearm, but courtesy and
curiosity were stronger. With one brief glance, her
legs buckled in vertigo. His next words became a
thundering boom running rampant inside her mind. The
inked graphic was that of one simple image. "I am
...the Black Diamond ...diamond ...diamond..." Her
mouth went slack and she continued to crumple there on
the spot. "What the hell is...?" The question came
back, but this time there was a connection.
He grabbed her by the shoulders before she fell
completely and helped her stagger to her couch where
she fell like a drunk to the seat cushions. He closed
and locked her door. "You never know who might walk
in." he said with a menacing chuckle. She struggled to
raise herself to a seated position and gather her wits
as he went to her computer and checked some
statistical information. A brief moment later, he came
back to her quite pleased and spoke. "Ninety two
percent complete. Good girl! You follow instructions
well. Not much longer ...my little CockSlut."
Even as she sat, a flush came over her and she could
swear her pussy was getting a burning itch. How could
one word have such power? CockSlut?
The smile was gone from his face, and a brutal, ugly
appearance took its place. He stood before her arms
folded, legs shoulder height apart like some demanding
mighty Jinn. Laurel knew from here on, he would not be
asking her things, but giving orders. And so it was.
"Take of your clothes."
Laurel didn't know how she did it, but a small ember
of fighting spirit sparked up not yet completely
snuffed out by his efforts. She looked him in the eyes
almost wincing, but her answer was clear if weak. "No"
She thought she saw confusion and uncertainty fill his
expression, but if they did, they were short lived. A
smile creased his lips as he spoke. "It looks like you
need a little lesson in obedience." And then assuming
the voice of a master, one who intended on being
obeyed if not eventually worshiped, he gave his next
command. "I am Black Diamond and I order you on your
knees before me, CockSlut!" If she felt she could
resist him before, her defiance now fell like sands
through a grate. Her body reacted before her mind was
aware and she found herself kneeling before him a mere
few feet away.
"Closer."
Reluctantly her knees shuffled her nearer. And again
he commanded. "Closer still." This time she found
herself kneeling erect, her face mere inches from his
groin. She couldn't help but feel she was on a runaway
train racing towards its inevitable destruction and no
chance of getting off.
"Any of my commands will be met with total submission
and you will discover that with each surrender of your
will to my wishes, your senses, your passion and
willingness to please will only heighten. Now,
CockSlut, open my zipper"
Both trembling hands raised to the task requested. She
didn't know if this was something she wanted to do or
not. It seemed she could no longer control her body.
Fingers touched fabric and metal, and she noticed just
what he had said, how alive all her senses felt. She
could feel the weave of fabric, the thickness of the
material, the small sharp edge of the zipper catch and
how it's cool metal turned to warmth within seconds
between her fingers and thumb tip. As she tugged it
down, she could hear each fastener click free and saw
the zipper smoothly part open now free of its
fastening. She became acutely aware of every sensation
whether she wished to or not. But she also noticed
that part of her was beginning to look forward to each
new experience or revelation.
"CockSlut, take It out." Each time he gave an order,
he repeated her trigger word like another rivet being
hammered into her collar of submission. He had to make
sure there were no further chances of reprisal or
regression from his design. With grace and care as if
attempting to touch something most delicate, her
fingers slipped between the folds of his pants and
instantly sensed his body heat. With the first touch
of flesh upon her fingertips, she felt almost thrilled
at the discovery there were no undergarments and gave
a little shiver at the realization she had actually
touched ...It.
The part of her in control was fascinated, while
another part, shut away in an ever receding locked
room was shrieking in fear, revulsion and impotence.
Her fingers encircled her hidden treasure and she
marveled at its warmth, its thickness even when
flaccid. With a delicate squeeze she brought it out,
showing the gentleness a mother would have removing a
blanket from the face of a baby. At this point, there
was only one side to her now. When Reggie's cock was
totally free, instead of being repulsed by what his
penis represented, she couldn't help but admire its
shape, its size and perfection.
Each rushing pulse of blood caused it to slowly swell
in size. Soft yet firm, smooth yet with building
veins, it now radiated heat proclaiming itself alive
with power. Whatever he had done to her, she couldn't
fight the growing desire deep inside her loins, her
quickening heart and her increasingly erotic mind.
Reggie nodded in approval. "You are beginning to
understand, my CockSlut." Again he reinforced his
statements with her trigger. "I am Black Diamond and
you are what I have made you. You do and think what I
say, because deep inside, you know I am right. The
ultimate reason for your new existence is for the
sexual pleasure of others. Although in public you may
behave like any other woman, when directed, no act of
sex will eventually be too degrading, only something
that turns you on increasingly more.
"You may have thought of yourself at one time to be a
good girl, just what others such as your parents
wanted you to be, but from here on when the
opportunity arises, you are just a slut and in truth
always have been. That program I wrote and installed
on your computer isn't removing a virus; it's
inserting one into your brain."
A crushing wave of understanding sent her mind
reeling. It was too much! Laurel squeezed her eyes
shut as if she could withdraw within and close all
gates to the outside world, but the whimpering moan
that eventually escaped her throat told her only of
futility. He was doing this to her and she didn't know
how to find it within herself to resist, to fight
back.
When her eyes finally opened, Laurel realized she had
never let go his cock, but kept it mere inches from
her face, unable to defy its attraction. Black Diamond
knew what she was thinking. "Magnificent isn't it?
This is your new addiction, your service to cocks and
their owners above all else. You seek intense pleasure
achieved only through sexually pleasing others. You
now crave sex in all its forms and as I said, soon the
most obscene and lewd acts will only leave you wanting
more. Look at yourself; you're behaving like a
Pavlovian dog. Even the thought of cock, its musky
scent and its touch practically makes you salivate."
It was true. Laurel had unknowingly brought her nose
within a fingers breadth of his cock head and caught
herself deeply inhaling its tang. Her warm puffing
exhalations as she sniffed were causing him to harden
even more. She felt an incredible urge to taste it, to
feel it in her mouth, to run her tongue over the
smooth hardness of its helmeted head, to worship it. A
few minutes ago she was struggling to keep herself as
she once knew, in this moment she was responding with
total willingness and no effort to resist what she now
knew to be true. The new Laurel was winning. She
wanted to give herself over and like an obedient
slave, surrender to the shackles of her bondage.
Her conversion was becoming more real with each sex
induced thought. She knew he was right, and with
willing acceptance came the excited curiosity of where
this would all take her and promises of pleasures yet
to come. Never before had she given head to anyone,
but her eyes closed again and with sensuous motion
slowly brought her widening mouth closer, ready to
receive its desire. Her tongue came out to pay
ultimate homage to his erection, but he pulled her
away with a twisted smile.
"Not just yet. It's time for education and with
understanding comes further acceptance. What I'm about
to tell you, you will know to be the truth. All humans
are at their essence, is merely animals. The only
essential thing that makes us different is our
cognitive intelligence. Take life anywhere down to its
most basic core needs. First is the need for food, the
root basis of survival. Then comes the need for
shelter, which is comfort and safety. What's next?
It's the need to procreate and carry on the species.
Survival of the one, then survival of the all. These
are absolute fundamentals common to all creatures.
"Now do you want to know the crazy part? Procreation
isn't the basic instinct, fucking is. Making babies is
just an inevitable result. You have food in your
refrigerator; there is a ceiling over your head and a
lock on your door. That just leaves your need for sex.
Society has always been good at condemning this urge
and labeling it as improper and dirty. In our efforts
to please our parents, our preachers, our society,
we're conditioned to always try being good. Good from
what? For the most part, they have been very
successful in suppressing this need and limiting it to
justify having babies.
"Yes procreation is part of it, but it's much more
than that. A woman's core sexual instinct is to
attract a mate. Not a husband, but a sexual partner,
someone to breed with. Why do women act feminine? Why
do they obsess on clothes, on jewelry, on make-up and
hair styles? 'Am I getting fat?' 'What do you think of
Botox?' 'Like my new breasts?" It's all a lure in
their effort to get fucked. And they all do it
instinctively.
"Men are generally alpha males. Copulating with as
many females as possible insures the survival of the
species. The moment of ejaculation deep inside a
woman's body is one of the most intense feelings a man
can experience because it's his reward for mission
accomplished. Cumming in a woman's mouth shows his
dominance over her. When she swallows, it's her
ultimate acceptance. Cumming on her face or body is
like a dog peeing on the bushes to mark his territory.
Most everything else is just variations, fetishes and
male servitude merely twists and inversions.
"Which all leads is to the stark reality as to what
you obviously have become. You're a slut, in fact a
cockslut. You're not a whore. Whores do it for money.
Sluts do it because they're addicted to it."
Laurel's head hung in shame. She realized she couldn't
disagree and quietly began to weep. Her mind felt
overwhelmed as two completely different behaviors
struggled within. "Cheer up! You'll get over it soon.
That's just the old you lamenting it's passing. The
new you is going to love everything you're about to
become."
"But enough!" He turned to other matters at hand. "You
promised your fans another show tonight and its time."
Panic burst through her melancholy and as a slave
would beg her master, she pleaded not to appear again
on that website. But wishes went unanswered as he
pulled a smart phone from his holster and with a
couple of deft key strokes opened her computer to the
website camnett.com.
He automatically logged her in, just as he had done
the previous day. Standing outside of the camera's
view, she now saw the portion of her room in front of
her computer come up on the monitor. The number count
of viewers started at zero, but instantly began
climbing faster than the dollar counter on a gasoline
pump. She now realized just how many had seen her last
sexual act.
"Now my hot little fuck, my little CockSlut, it's time
for your performance. There will be hundreds looking
to drop their load after seeing what you're going to
do today for them. Tease them first with a seductive
little strip dance just to set the mood. Perform like
the hottest stripper you could imagine yourself to be.
Exposing yourself to all those men is going to get you
incredibly turned on, so get started. If you get a
little stuck knowing what to do next, I'm sure the
messages all those horny men will be sending you will
give you lots of good ideas.
With a swift kick of his foot Reggie pushed the chair
away in front of the computer and opened up the
viewing area for Laurel to dance unhindered. Another
few button presses on his smart phone and her computer
started blaring out loud suggestive music. With a
shove from her tormentor, Laurel was front and center
in a camera shot that showed her from below her knees
all the way up.
"Dance for your fans, CockSlut and don't forget to
look at your messages. I'll give you two songs to show
them what you've got."
She froze on the spot and the look on her face was
that of the deer in the headlights. Reggie again
barked at her to dance and Laurel couldn't help
herself from beginning. It started off as a slow
shifting rock from foot to foot but soon began to
build into something else. A door in her mind was
again being closed to the young woman she once was and
the new Laurel was stepping to the forefront and
taking control.
She closed her eyes and her hips and shoulders were
soon swaying to the pulsating beat. She felt herself
surrendering to the rhythm. Perhaps she thought if she
just let the music take over, she could lose herself
in it and then even if for a moment, she could escape,
losing all responsibility. She had to admit though, it
did feel good. She focused on what Reggie had said as
she increasing gyrated to the beat, and soon Laurel
found herself imagining herself as an exotic dancer.
And if she was, just how would she move to allure men,
to turn them on, to want her. When she opened her eyes
again, she caught the small image of herself dancing
on her monitor.
"God, I look good! Definitely have some sexy moves
happening. Reggie is right; it's all instinct." she
thought. The camera did a slow zoom to her face from
her body and caught her sexy eyes and a mischievous
smile. She looked to where it told her the number of
viewers she had, and got a little rush when she
realized over 1080 people were watching her
performance. Wow! ...and so early! Some men must have
been telling their friends about her! Then she bent
down a little closer to the screen, revealing her
hanging cleavage in the process as she read some of
the scrolling messages of those she now regarded as
her fans.
A little chuckle escaped her lips as she read their
requests. No surprises here. "You're such naughty
boys!" she chided and stripped off her tank top
tossing it to the ground, making more than one watcher
happy. Her breasts, bobbing completely free of
concealment. gave perky little bounces showing
everyone her outstanding cone shape breasts, oversized
nipples and slight upturn. As reasonably large as they
were, they defied gravity and dared anyone watching
not to want to suckle them. She got more into the
dance, rolling her head dreamily from side to side
which sent cascading hair in all directions. Every now
in then she casually cocked her eye to the message
board to judge her success in driving the men wild.
She was now looking forward to obeying all their
requests, in due time of course. She undulated her
hips and tummy like a belly dancer, undid her belt and
loosened the top of her short cut offs. She thrust her
chest forward and ran her hands through her hair. A
few more sways of her hips and her jeans were barely
clinging to her hips before a quick little shake
dropped them all the way to the floor. The camera was
sharp and clear and viewers had eyes glued to their
monitors to make out the outline of her puffy mound
within her white cotton panties. The camera zoomed in
for a better look.
Seventeen hundred viewers! Messages were fast and
furious. As a reward for her performance thus far,
Reggie popped up a few profile windows of jerking cock
close-ups that men were begging to show her. Laurel
closed her eyes and gave a quick shudder. She was
imagining all those viewers crowded together in some
old and dirty wrestling arena, all eyes focused on
her, bathed in a pool of light as the star attraction
and wanting to 'do it' with her. Each was busy with
their hands stroking themselves. She almost wet
herself.
How incredible it felt. Never before would she have
thought such a thing, but at that moment she couldn't
imagine doing anything more exhilarating. She was
alive and she was giving these men, regardless of who
they were, how they looked, how old they were or how
many there were, what they wanted most, a piece of
her.
The camera pulled out as she turned around and while
bending over she began removing her last piece of
clothing, her panties. The curvature of her body, the
slightly parted globes of her rounded ass, the
shapeliness of her legs positioned together as she
teased it finally down were surely sending howls of
lust into the air whatever bedroom or den she was
being watched in. She gradually turned around while
massaging hands went from shapely breasts to inner and
outer thighs. Her fingers then found their way to her
plump trimmed mound and moist slit. As the camera
zoomed in, she parted her vaginal lips slightly to
demonstrate to all its puffy, glistening
receptiveness.
"Yeah baby! Spread it."
"Where do you live?"
"Finger yourself you slut" another viewer messaged.
"Shit! I blew my load already!"
She ran her middle finger up and down her ridge to get
it slick before she slid it inside herself to the
second knuckle. She shivered and she thought anyone of
the now nineteen hundred subscribers watching could be
doing that to her, invading her with their hands,
their tongues, or who knows with what else. Laurel was
a natural; she needed no practice to become the
perfect tease.
"Suck your finger"
"Baby open my profile! I've got somethin' for ya!"
"Turn around! Show me that ass again! I'm just about
there!"
"Taste yourself!" There was no shortage of suggestions
of what she could do next.
But Reggie had other plans. He had stripped off all
his clothes already and was getting just too horny to
stay out of the action. He ordered her to lean over
the chair and grab its arms giving the viewers an
incredible side profile that highlighted her curvature
and wonderful hanging breasts. He positioned himself
behind her. In one shove he drove his thick steel-like
shank deep inside. Although she had intercourse only
once before, she was so wet and receptive there was no
pain. All she felt was intense pleasure as her pussy
welcomed its invader with clutching muscles. Her head
rolled back and she gave a throaty groan. He ordered
her to remain looking at the camera while with
increasing speed he pumped himself in and out.
Onlookers seeing her spaced out look knew just how
turned on she was. She was getting fucked and the
bitch loved it! On the monitor, images of dozens of
cocks were already exploding, their owners all wishing
they were the one driving it into the beautiful twenty
one year old.
Reggie pace soon reached its maximum and the slapping
of his belly on her fleshy ass tapped a staccato beat
that made her breasts jiggle in unison. Reggie's
thoughts were farthest from what the viewers might
like and only on getting himself off. He had her
dismount and as he lay back in the chair, backrest
partially down, told Laurel to face him and mount. Her
feet quickly stepped up onto the chair straddling
Reggie and lowered herself down on her haunches. She
grabbed his juiced pulsing cock and inserted it back
into her pussy with an impatience that underlined her
intense need to feel it stuffed deep inside where it
belonged. Minutes before he was a monster,
unattractive and unimpressive. Now, it didn't matter,
only the feeling in belly did.
Hunched over her stallion, thighs and ass tight in
explosive frenetic action, she began to ride him hard
like a demon obsessed jockey trying to make it first
to the finish line. She jack hammered her tightly
stretched pussy up and down over his shaft from having
only the head inside to all out consumption where not
a millimeter of cock could enter further. Groin
against groin, the loud flesh smacking sounds were
profound. Her pussy grabbed his cock with each entry
and her outer lips clung like lovers arms with each
retreat. There was no sensuality in her actions. Her
hunched backside taunt and glistening showed to the
internet world only a raw, base sexual act that would
not finish without mind blowing climax. Reggie's hands
clutched the arm rests fast for support. It was
obvious to all that the action they were witnessing
was Laurels alone.
"Give it her! She fucking has to have it!"
"Bang that bitch!" comments from the watchers came in
streams. The message window was a constant scroll.
"Treat her like the whore she is!"
"Look at her! The fucking slut can't get enough!"
After several minutes, Reggie wheeled the chair around
to show a side profile of his lust filled mount. Her
grabbed her tits like the handle bars of a bike and
pulled them taunt to the sides. Laurel only grunted.
Eyes closed shut in lust; her body was stiff like a
steel spring in action. Any pain she may have felt
from his mauling or her straining legs only heightened
her frenzy and she redoubled her efforts to get his
seed inside her before her inevitable collapse. Her
whole body was now coated with a sheen of perspiration
and stands of sweat matted hair flailed her shoulders
as she pistoned even harder on Reggie's groin. He knew
he couldn't last much longer. This bitch was
incredible with no let up. "Fuck I make great sluts"
he thought to himself.
The chair gradually turned from the onslaught to show
her backside again and the camera zoomed into a close-
up of her pounding ass and cock swallowing pussy.
Reggie started grunting uncontrollably and she could
feel his groin lifting off the seat. Laurel knew the
moment of her reward was near. With incredible timing,
she slammed down hard one final time, meeting his up
thrust as seed splashed deep inside her like a burst
dam. He couldn't have been implanted inside her any
deeper. Reggie had big balls and wave after wave of
ejaculate sprayed from his twitching cock. She herself
was caught up in a whirlwind of an orgasm so intense
her choking groan and body shudders racked her
spasming body seemingly minutes on end.
Viewers had stopped messaging only to give full
attention to their own climax. What they saw was
incredible! This beauty, this young woman so seemingly
untouchable on the street, was impaled deep on this
man's cock and the combined juices of their fucking
was practically spurting in pressured sprays from
around the tight fit of their union. If ever there was
an act of pure sex, this surely was it.
When she finally came down from her transcendental
high, in heaving breaths she turned around to view the
monitor. The camera zoomed in from her crouched body
to a close up of her sweaty, glazed and panting face.
Over four thousand watchers had witnessed her
debasement. As she slowly dismounted, muscles
threatening to collapse from their efforts, several
new popup profiles loaded on her screen showing close-
ups of yet more men in their frenzied finishing stages
of getting off while the thought of what they just
witnessed was still emblazoned in their minds. With a
click of his smart phone, Reggie closed the website,
grabbed her tank top from the floor and wiped himself
off before starting to slowly get dressed.
She felt the cooling sweat on her body and the mix of
their juices running down her legs like pee. Before
her legs gave out completely she slumped into the
chair. Laurel looked over to where Reggie was slipping
first one leg and then the other into his pants, and
couldn't help but see Reggie for what he really was, a
crude chunky pot-bellied man with hair starting to
thin. But just minutes before he was her total partner
in the most obscene act she have ever possibly have
participated in. What had she done? Or rather, what
had he done to her?
"Why...?" She was pleading for an answer. "Why did you
do this to me?"
Reggie actually took a moment to reflect as he
buttoned up his shirt before giving his answer. "You
contacted me. Not the other way around. Remember that.
Nothing personal, I just needed to test out new
algorithms for my program and you fit the bill. If you
think I did this to ruin your life. I didn't. In fact,
I've only changed it for the better. What you are is
all you. I only brought this side of you to the
forefront and enhanced it. I took away all the
pressures and guilt society placed on you. Admit it.
Never before did you felt so alive. Never have you
felt such emotion, such a rush." He was just finishing
tucking his shirt into his pants when he commented
further.
"Get used to it. This is the new you, and you're gonna
love it. Not that it wasn't fun for me, but fucking
you wasn't the reason for all of this. You were just
part of the fine tuning process. I've got bigger fish
to fry than you. By the way, how do you like my name
for the virus? Whether it's a dildo or a cock,
anything stuffed inside feels great ...huh!" He
chuckled at his own musings.
Reggie was now fully dressed and about to close the
door, but before he departed he had one last thing to
say. "Some day when you're in a room full of men with
a cock shoved into every hole, remember to thank me
for your ...liberation." And with that, the latch
clicked shut.
Sitting, slumped and sticky in the same chair on which
she just had the most incredible sex, Laurel turned to
look at her computer desktop screen and at the icon of
the program that had caused all this. Just staring,
nothing else, her eyes started to well up and she
began to sniffle. "What ...am I becoming? ...What have
I become?" She gave herself a moment to sob in self-
pity.
The program then became the target of her
conversation. "I must never use you again. You did
this to me. Where is the life I knew? What have you
done? It has to stop!" She gave a brief pause in her
reflection. "...But you've also given me pleasure I've
never known, made me feel desired, wanted ...and made
me feel really alive for the first time since I can
remember. I know I should do, but right now what I
really need most is for you to take me there once
more."
Before she could convince herself otherwise, a part of
her brain double clicked on the icon. And like the
calm expectant moment an addict may experience once
the drug is injected and now rushing to the brain, she
waited. "...Maybe this one last time ...then I'll give
it up...." More quickly and more receptive than ever
before, her mind settled into the familiar rhythmic
pattern of colors and flashes. As her attention
drifted away from the worries of the world and into
her all absorbing task, she had just one more fleeting
thought. "I think I'll stop when I get to 100%. I mean
...that's a perfect score isn't it?" But for right
now, she had to concentrate...
Continued in part 3...
The author invites you to contact him with your
comments.
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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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