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The Dildock Virus - 3
by Ziglo (ziglothedark@yahoo.ca)

***

Laurel attempts to rid her computer of the Dildock 
Virus. (MF, nc, exh, mc)

***

Chapter Three

The next working day was coming to a close for Laurel 
as she brushed a few wisps of stray blonde hair from 
her face. Most of her long locks were tied back in a 
ponytail as per company rules. Concentrating on work 
was useless. Her thoughts were in total distraction 
from the events of the previous night. No memories lay 
buried out of harms reach, locked within her 
subconscious this time, although she wished they were.

Every moment of her incredulous internet sex session 
was forefront in her mind. And with a man she had 
instantly disliked, then despised, but ultimately, 
willingly obeyed. Reggie, she now knew to be the Black 
Diamond, had not only reprogrammed her computer, but 
her very life in the process. She was scared like no 
other time in her twenty one years of life! The way 
she behaved yesterday was just not like her. That 
wasn't the way she was raised. 

What if she couldn't change back? Even more 
frightening, what if she discovered she really didn't 
want to? Just thinking about the details of the last 
evening made her feel wet down there! Thankfully none 
of the men on her shift acted any differently towards 
her which gave at least some hope her latest display 
of depravity would slide past unscathed. 

As soon as I get home, she swore, I'm smashing that 
computer before I change my mind, so afraid she was of 
heading down a path of no return. Laurel was never one 
to swear or think bad of others, but under her breath 
more than once she muttered "God Damn that Dildock 
Virus!" She felt she desperately needed a shower as if 
a thorough cleansing her skin could do the same for 
the filth within.

About five minutes left before the end of shift, her 
eyes caught the old repair technician Frank tucked 
away in a corner just leaning against the wall. Arms 
folded, he made no attempt to hide the fact he was 
just staring at her. And was that a smug grin on his 
face or not? She couldn't tell for sure, but Laurel 
tried not to look obvious in her discovery and made a 
point to pretend he wasn't there. 

The man was a creep. With his heavy eastern European 
accent he was sometimes hard to understand. Frank must 
be somewhere in his sixties she thought, swarthy 
complexioned, and tall and lean for his age. His 
greasy almost black hair was always combed back. His 
piercing deep set eyes looked lecherous when he peered 
down over his hawk shaped nose, and he always appeared 
to sport a couple days growth of stubble no matter 
what day you saw him.

Laurel always tried to wear baggy, unflattering work 
clothes as she never wanted to be seen as anything but 
a co-worker to the rest of her shift workers, but 
Frank saw her through different eyes. That Laurel 
bitch, she can't fool me! Now there's a real fucking 
sexy woman there! Any excuse he had to follow behind 
her up as flight of stairs, he would keep close, just 
a few steps back so as to be eye level with her 
wonderful ass. As he watched it move, he would sniff 
the air behind her like a horny dog. He kept to 
himself which was best because his mind was forever 
obsessing about sex. He knew without a doubt he would 
fuck anything with a pussy given the chance, and had a 
past to prove it. 

He usually paid for sex, but now and then when he did 
find someone he could manipulate into fucking him, no 
affection or care was given. ...Why? They were just 
meat after all. He knew only lust and a selfish need 
to get himself off. Other than that he really had no 
use for relationships, especially those with women. 
And now, looking at Laurel, he was imagining her naked 
body with those shapely curves, tits he wanted to 
squeeze and suck, and a plump ass and young pussy he 
would devour before ultimately fucking without mercy.

Every woman he had ever used eventually came around to 
worshipping his magnificent cock, or so he believed. 
After all, they always wound up begging for it, even 
the ones that were frightened, unwilling or cried out 
in pain as he took them. Each and every fucking one! 
At his age, Frank's libido certainly hadn't slowed 
down, in fact, it had only gotten worse. And that did 
not bode well for Laurel.

The buzzer sounded, calling an end to the day for her 
shift and as the rest of the workers filed out, Laurel 
quickly went about her task of doing final checks on 
the line and completing her report. It did not go past 
her notice that Frank was still there, still waiting. 
Finally finished, she hurried to the common locker 
area acting as if she was in a hurry and had no time 
to talk to anyone. 

Collecting her gear from her locker, she noticed the 
flashing missed call indicator on her cell phone in 
its clip holder attached to her purse strap. Checking 
the number, it was as she thought, her mother hadn't 
heard from her and was checking up. She knew she 
should have gotten in touch yesterday, but obviously, 
things got away on her. She promised herself she'd 
call as soon as she got home and grabbed her purse. 
Deep in her thoughts as she left the locker area, the 
sound of Franks voice behind her made her jump.

"Before you leave Miss Haines, there is something 
important I have to show you." His dialect was heavy, 
but still capable of being understood.

"Oh! Hi Frank. Sorry, but I'm running a little late 
and can just catch my bus if I hurry, so perhaps..."

"Miss Haines" he interrupted. "You must see this 
problem tonight before it affects your whole 
production line tomorrow. It is important ... come 
see."

What could Laurel do? Being relatively new to the 
company and to her position as production line 
specialist, if the mechanic says she should look at 
something... "Oh, ok. What is it you need me to look 
at?"

Turning, he said "Follow me." She couldn't see his 
smirk as he walked ahead with every expectation she 
would be following. The situation didn't feel right in 
the first place and it wasn't long before she realized 
they weren't headed back to the line area, but off to 
somewhere else on another level of the building. Frank 
must have sensed her unease because he spoke just 
before she was about to question him on their 
destination. "The piece is in my office. We go there."

Their path followed a twisted trail through the old 
Spanner factory, heading down one flight of stairs and 
then down another. She had already thought the 
building ready for the wrecking ball, but it started 
to take on an even more dim, dingy and eerie feel with 
each step. Hoping for the best, she did not want to 
even imagine what might be the real reason for this. 
Surely... He finally stopped at a solid unmarked 
wooden door and nodded. "Here" He deftly selected a 
key from many chained to his belt and drove it into 
the lock.

As the door opened, he flicked a light switch and a 
dim overhead incandescent bathed the room in the glow 
of soft yellow light. The pronounced click the door 
made as he closed it behind them seemed ominous. How 
could he call this an office Laurel thought as she 
peered around? "You can hang your purse up on that." 
Frank said gesturing to a hook near the door. "The 
cleaners haven't been in for a while and I wouldn't 
want it getting dirty on the floor." 

Dirty? Thought Laurel, it was clear no leaning staff 
had stepped inside these walls for over a decade! 
Everything looked like a picture from another time. To 
the right an unlit florescent lamp hung low over a 
large stout wooden worktable with tools lining the 
pegboard at its back. Directly ahead was a good sized 
metal desk with a couple of chairs around it, barren 
except for a table lamp and a laptop computer. Off to 
the side, beside an open but totally dark room with 
who know what inside was someone's discarded sofa, 
oversized with dirty worn cushions. Looking further 
around the dingy room, she noticed odd machine parts 
of various sizes lining the walls between scattered 
metal cabinets in random fashion. 

Everywhere there was possible space on the walls, 
yellowed pin up girls cut out from old and forgotten 
newspapers and magazines were pasted or taped. It was 
a world of Frank's creation and as long as he had the 
uncanny ability to keep every old relic of machinery 
running on with hardly any investment, his 
eccentricity and exclusive domain over his quarters 
was overlooked by management. Besides, every now and 
then as he needed to work through the wee hours so 
that production could carry on without delay, a couch 
in one's workspace certainly was understandable.

"Sit down" Frank gestured to the chair in front of the 
desk where the laptop lay open. "I want to show you a 
real problem." His concern seemed staged and his quick 
words spoken with a heavier accent than usual hinted 
of suppressed excitement. This can't be good she 
thought. As Laurel sat down, he stood uncomfortably 
close behind and proceeded to insert a writable DVD 
into the pc's drive. Closing the tray shut, the 
computer began to whirl and click as it loaded the 
data, and he carried on with his narration. "The other 
day as I was on the internet I saw something 
interesting, very interesting, but I was too late to 
catch it all. So the next day I hoped it would be back 
and I would be ready to record it if it did."

If Laurel was concerned before, she was heart racing 
panic now. Instantly she focused on every word, every 
nuance of just what he was telling her, hoping against 
hope that this was going to go in another direction 
other than she feared. Had he seen???

"Yes ...very interesting..." he murmured just as the 
disk finished loading and a video player popped up. 
Within two seconds, Laurels world fell from under her 
as the web cam capture of last night came up on the 
screen sharp in detail and very well lit. And he had 
caught it all! There she was sexily swaying to a 
driving beat dressed in her tank top and cutoff jeans. 
All too well she knew what was going to happen next 
and quickly reached for the mouse to stop any further 
display. 

Frank's hand was quicker and prevented her by placing 
his hand over hers. "Wait!" He said. She sat still, 
frozen like a waxen figure. A slight trembling caused 
by her pounding heart the only sign of life. He leaned 
in even closer over her shoulder, near enough she 
could feel his warm breath puffing on the hairs of her 
neck. His next words were slow, deliberate and 
practically whispered in her ear. "It gets better."

The next minutes that passed seemed like eternity as 
Laurel watched herself on the laptop strip off piece 
after piece clothing to music she could only imagine 
suitable for strippers, during which Frank's hand 
travelled slowly up her forearm. His eyes weren't on 
the screen. He had already seen it many times. 

From his perfect vantage point, he was focused right 
down the center her enticing cleavage. Hmm... she has 
not fought me so far... probably scared shitless. That 
was very good he thought. On the screen as he glanced 
up, she was now wiggling her ass to let underpants 
fall. He loved that part. Looking back down to the 
object of his desire, it was now time to press on and 
he raised his hand to rest on her upper arm, holding 
it gently, but firm.

Like an old thief, well-practiced in the craft of 
subtle deception and trickery, he delivered his 
message in a low murmur close to her right ear. 
"Laurel, I have a problem you see. Imagine my surprise 
seeing you on my computer like this. I understand of 
course! I like to have fun too! And being young and so 
...beautiful... why not? But I have concern for you. 
The internet is very big and very wide and who knows 
what ...trouble one could get into if the wrong people 
see these things we only did ...for fun ...in the 
moment." Straightening up, he now placed both hands at 
the base of her neck and gently began to massage her. 
The fact she did nothing to stop him did not go 
unnoticed. He approached her other ear with confidence 
as he continued.

"For example, let's say... oh, maybe one of the men 
from your assembly line found this... video of you. 
Maybe Danny huh? Young, dumb as shit... ugly bastard 
and stupid though eh? His mother must have given him 
up at birth. ...What if Crazy George got hold of this? 
That man is fucking nuts and have you seen him when 
he's angry? And what about Willy? That horny fat 
bastard has so many diseases he must fuck monkeys!" 
With his thumbs still hooked around her neck, his 
fingers now extended down to her collar bone. Still no 
resistance....

"...or what if... they all found out together and 
caught you in the locker room..." Her involuntary 
shudder which made him smile. "I have heard of these 
...gang rapes. Quite frightening, don't you think?" He 
gave that last thought a moment to fully sink in. 
"But" his voice then took on a lighter tone, "this 
doesn't need to happen ...This video doesn't need to 
go anywhere else. It can be our little secret, trust 
me. ...You know, just like you, I have a bit of free 
spirit in me too! I like to have a little fun now and 
then. What's the harm as long as things are kept quiet 
...yes?" 

How many times had he used the same approach on 
others, only to lead them down a very dark path? He 
had made it an art of breaking and remaking promises 
over and over and over again until he got everything 
he wanted out of them, everything. This one was no 
different, only a far nicer catch and he had such 
excellent bait.

She was now on the video display getting the fucking 
of her life from Reggie and obviously loving it. Still 
she remained motionless as his hands slipped lower 
over her chest and only stopped when they each were 
cupping a breast over her shirt and bra. He held them 
there while the sexual act on the computer raged on. 
Ha! No fight in this frightened little bitch! This 
will be easier than I thought. He swallowed the saliva 
that was building in his mouth with anticipation of 
the things to come.

Laurel heard everything he had said. Every word 
drilled home. She had to force her eyes to blink as 
she watched herself getting fucked hard on the laptop 
screen. It's all come down to this she thought. How 
could I ever have thought this would end well? She 
felt trapped and helpless to stop this obscene old man 
just as surely as she knew the wanton act of onscreen 
sex had her full participation. Her horrified mind 
could think of no alternatives. Bad things were going 
to happen to her just as sure as time moved from one 
second to the next. She didn't have to wait long to 
hear the rest of his pitch.

"Here is what we will do." Franks hands came off her 
breasts as if his benevolent reprieve could offer 
hope, "I like you, eh? No one else needs to see this." 
He reached over and ejected the disk and put it to the 
side of the computer. "When you leave, you can take 
this with you, to do with it what you wish. The only 
thing I ask in return is that we spend ...a little 
time together, just this once. Soon it will be as if 
none of this ever happened. And who knows, it might be 
fun! ...yes?" Even though she couldn't see it, Frank 
made an attempt at his most sincere smile. Always lie 
just a little at a time, he reminded himself, and 
never let them lose hope ...before you crush it 
entirely.

Laurel stared at the DVD just lying there motionless 
on the desk, and as if being woken from a trance, 
Laurel found she could move and talk. "Please...." 
Frank loved this part and really thought it only made 
sex better if he could get them begging early on. 
"Don't do this! I am sorry! It was a big mistake and I 
promise I'll never do it again." Another smile crept 
across his face. It was if she had told him in her own 
words, she was now his, to do with whatever he wanted.

Always the same line thought Frank to himself. These 
girls must read from the same script! Now it was time 
to play the loving parent, the one who knew when 
caring punishment was necessary to change the course 
of behavior. "Yes, I'm sure you are truly sorry. I 
understand that my sweet Laurel." His concern and 
reassuring smile were well practiced. "But sometimes 
there is a price that must be paid for our actions. I 
will help you put this all behind you, but first, all 
I want is just a few minutes of your time. I'm sure we 
won't go too far and besides," he encouraged, "as I 
said, it might be fun!" He finished the sentence in 
his own mind ...just not for you!

Then, without giving her time to think, he 
transitioned from the father to the gentle commander. 
Frank sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms. 
He gave her enough personal space so as not to panic, 
yet not enough to think of escape. His voice was void 
of emotion, good or bad. "Stand up sweetie, let me 
look at you." He then kept quiet and waited. The next 
one to move ...loses.

For the next moment, the two conflicting sides of 
Laurels personality battled for supremacy. Bells of 
alarm were clamoring in her mind. How could she think? 
The shadow of her old past was screaming to take 
control, run, horrified at the cliff she was hurtling 
towards. But her new emerging self was feigning 
indifference to the consequences and actually curious 
as to where this ride was going to take her. What 
choice, it argued, did she really have? It was a 
struggle only one side would win and before she 
realized it, she found herself slowly rising out of 
the chair and turning to face her antagonist. Besides, 
the winning voice added, it was only for a little 
while.

Frank suppressed his grin. They're all the same. 
Sluts! His eyes caught hers before she looked away. In 
them he had a message. You had no chance.

Calmly he continued. "Undo your shirt please. Right 
now I would just like to look at you." Frank knew from 
experience how to get what he wanted. To cook a live 
lobster without a struggle, you simply turn up the 
heat slowly. Next would come the compliments. He 
waited for the third button of her gray-blue top to 
come undone, starting to reveal her flesh toned bra 
before he encouraged her further. "Yes. How lovely. 
...now take if off." 

His erection was starting to strain against the inside 
of his pants, but like a good angler, he knew when not 
to rush, you needed to wear the fish down first if you 
wished to see it flopping helplessly on the sand. "You 
are so beautiful." With her shirt was now off and 
discarded on the desk, her arms dropped limp against 
her sides. Controlling his building excitement he 
continued. "And now that bra darling, I must see those 
wonderful breasts of yours."

Perhaps he wouldn't touch her, Laurel hoped. Perhaps 
this frightful old man just wanted to look and that 
would be enough to get himself off later. Fear is like 
a closing door. It always allows for one last glimmer 
of hope to shine through the crack before its shut 
forever. It was a simple working bra worn more for 
comfort than show, but as the last clasp came free, 
her restrained breasts bounded out from under their 
cups with a silent 'pop'. With slow deliberation, she 
removed it completely and set it on top of her already 
discarded shirt. Fully fleshed, yet still resistant to 
gravity and with generous nipples modestly poking up, 
they jiggled ever so slightly as she moved.

Magnificent! What marvelous tits! Frank could not 
remember seeing a sexier pair of breasts on any woman! 
Right then and there urge to maul and suckle those 
magnificent things, to ravish this bitch and show her 
who is master and who is slave was overwhelming, but 
instead he continued on his planned course. The saliva 
in his mouth was building again. "Yes, you are very 
lovely!" He swallowed. His next command came after he 
had a moment to fully feed his arousal. "Now the rest 
please, let me admire you."

Kicking off her low cut work shoes, she opened her 
belt, undid her pants and bending over, removed them 
leg at a time before also removing her socks. Franks 
eyes were wide in appreciation. Just look at the way 
those breasts hang! And those meaty legs! The pile of 
clothing on the desk grew before she finally stood 
before him naked except for her panties. Her mind held 
a small prayer. 

Perhaps now he would be satisfied. Frank was smiling! 
"Darling, you are perfection." His eyes cast 
themselves over every inch of her heavenly body like a 
judge at an animal show. That innocent face trying to 
shape a smile and framed by golden cascading hair, 
those stupendous tits, the curve of her hips, her 
little tummy and dancer like legs needed a moment to 
be admired. Laurel should have known better then to 
hope he was done with her. His voice was flat. "Remove 
your underpants."

Laurel sighed as she hooked her thumbs into her 
waistband and started to bend over. "Stop!" The 
beginning of a bark ended sweet like thick molasses. 
"Turn your back to me as you do. And remove it 
slowly." She did as he requested. Laurel never felt so 
vulnerable in her life, and with her turned away from 
him, Frank no longer had to conceal his lusting snarl, 
fixated as he was on that magnificent ass she 
possessed. He had stared at it far too many times, 
without being able to get his hands on it. As she bent 
down to remove her panties, her buttocks tightened up 
deliciously. Very soon my dear, you will know what 
you're good for...

She finally turned back around and Frank stood to 
stand directly over her. His smile was gone, but he 
needed her to carry a shred of hope just a little 
while longer so she wouldn't rebel. He also needed to 
test her degree of submission to be sure she was far 
enough along there would be no ...problems. The fish 
wasn't ready to be landed yet, or was it?

His voice was breathy. It was getting harder to 
control his desires when he was so close. "Soon this 
will all be over. But I must touch you first." His 
right hand came up confidently to her left breast. 
Laurel jumped at the contact, but did nothing. His 
grip while not hurting was firm. He studied her eyes, 
trying to read her spirit. Was she his? Perhaps in 
shame, perhaps in dread of things yet to come, 
Laurel's head sagged and her eyes cast down. He felt 
her nipple stiffen against his hand. A small smile in 
victory slowly spread across his face and he bent his 
head to suckle at last on that magnificent teat!

It wasn't long before he feasted like a starved infant 
hungry for the taste of its mother. Laurel now knew 
much more would be asked of her before he was 
finished. His other hand came up to maul her other 
breast as he continued sucking voraciously. If there 
had been a fly was on the wall, it would have been 
witness to the bizarre oddity of this naked young 
woman, beautiful in spirit and in flesh, passively 
standing erect in this dingy, dirty room as a grizzled 
old man hunched over her, feasting like an ancient 
vampire on her supple flesh. 

Turning his head to attack the other, he noticed her 
nipples standing fully erect. From fear or from 
stimulation, the effect on him was always the same. It 
pleased him. Her flesh was deliciously firm and 
smartly rebounded each time he pulled his sucking 
mouth off to find another area of contact. His cock 
had tented inside his pants, but before he would 
release it, he wanted to do one more thing.

"Sit up on the desk; I'm going to taste you there." 
She knew what he meant, but no one before had ever 
done that to her, not even her ex-boyfriend, if you 
could call him that. It wasn't his intent to offer her 
pleasure, he did it only because he wanted to. Laurels 
mind was reeling at the speed this hellish situation 
was getting worse and worse with no way out. But what 
chilled her most was the question she couldn't answer 
for herself. Was she allowing him his way with her 
because there truly was no way out, or in some way, 
she actually was looking forward to it?

She sat up on an open area of the desk as Frank knelt 
down before her. She tried keeping her legs together, 
but Frank only pushed them wide apart. God! He thought 
peering. She's beautiful down here too! A puffy mound 
partially covered by trimmed pubic hair with a 
partially hidden pouty slit and... what's this? It 
looks damp already! Laurel was well aware she was 
revealing her most private parts to this lecherous old 
man, all her intimacy exposed for his amusement. She 
just wished she felt more shame and disgust than she 
did. He got close and sniffed her before he grabbed an 
ass cheek in each hand and fed her towards his waiting 
mouth. He did not play nor did he tease. He simply 
drove his tongue deep into something he had thought 
only a day or two earlier unattainable. And he was 
relentless in his consumption of such a delectable 
meal.

With a little grunt, her breath stopped for nearly 
half a minute before a gasp finally surged air back 
in. Such an act of perversity! But oh so erotic! There 
was no denying the ripples of pleasure radiating 
throughout her entire body. Why did she never allow 
this before? It was incredible! And it wasn't too long 
under such an onslaught before she unconsciously began 
to gently thrust her hips at Franks face in an effort 
to extract even more pleasure from his obviously 
gifted mouth. Another moment later as Frank pulled 
back to catch his own breath, he saw creamy 
lubrication oozing slowly out her parted and very 
receptive slit. 

This soon, he questioned and the bitch is ready? He 
wasted no more time. His cock had endured captivity 
long enough and without further delay his belt was 
loose, his work boots kicked off and his pants down 
and thrown to the side. Laurels eyes widened as she 
noticed the huge distention in his underwear. He made 
a point of studying her face as he rid himself of his 
last piece of clothing.

His cock bounded out, not yet fully erect but finally 
free and aggressively inflating in anticipation. Her 
eyes widened and her jaw went slack. Frank did not 
have a normal looking cock. It was definitely odd, 
even grotesque. Much longer than most, its shaft look 
narrow because of its length, but the circumcised head 
was huge and bulbous with the piss slit not on the 
top, but more underneath and gaping. His ball sack and 
testicles were just massive as if built for a bull 
rather than a man. In all of Frank's many sexual 
encounters, only two had ever laughed. Only two and he 
made sure they didn't laugh long.

"Fair is fair. It's my turn now!" He motioned her to 
her knees in front of him. It was time to ramp up his 
authority, but not so much as to be careless. He still 
needed to be mindful of Laurels state of mind so as to 
manage the possibility of total panic which could lead 
to revolt. He didn't need another one getting out of 
control. Not in this country. He looked domineeringly 
down at her as she acquiesced to his gesture. The game 
would now be played at a higher level. He would now be 
the master, and she, just new meat. 

"How much cock have you sucked? Her eyes never left 
his as she shook her head no. It keeps getting better 
Frank thought to himself before continuing. "You will 
learn to suck this good. Yes? I tell you what to do 
and you will ...obey. Now grab it like a child holding 
a melting ice cream cone and lick it all over. We 
start there."

Laurel, kneeling mutely before him, found herself 
inches from this enormous beast. Although bizarre in 
appearance, she couldn't help but feel drawn to its 
presence, and the power it possessed. When she grasped 
it in her hand for the first time, she could feel its 
heat and the pulsing ridges of its veins. Then she 
realized it. For the first time in her life she was 
going to be putting a man's cock in her mouth. 

She didn't miss the irony that she had been saving 
such things for someone more her age that one day she 
would hope to marry. Now the first cock she would suck 
would be this weird looking thing belonging to a crazy 
obscene old bastard. She had only seen two penises in 
real life before this day, and while this one's size 
and shape would repulse many women, she found 
herself... wanting it.

"Now!" Franks impatience belied a concern for what her 
hesitation might mean. He had to nip any notion of 
disobedience in the bud. "Do it now!" Her left hand 
reached up and curled its fingers around his base, not 
quite sure how tightly to hold it. Her head moved 
forward and almost as if time slowed for Laurel, her 
tongue made first contact with a penis as she gave a 
slow long lick up the shaft. Ridged yet soft, smooth 
yet bumpy, she took another lick and then another. She 
was trying to decide if it was something she would 
want to do or not. But, each following lick only made 
her think increasingly of how much she did like it. 

What had started as stiff explorative attempts, soon 
became meaningful creative stokes that danced not only 
over his entire shaft and head, but eventually 
travelled down to caress his ball sack with loving 
attention. She was a fucking natural! Frank couldn't 
help but show his smug satisfaction as he looked down 
upon this blond beauty kneeling before him, paying 
such exquisite homage to his cock. How quickly was 
this one learning! A voice inside spoke to his state 
of mind. Yes, my love, soon you will be pleasing me in 
many ways you only glimpsed of in nightmares. Very 
soon...

"Now it is time to put it in your mouth." His request 
was direct and to the point. "Let's see how you suck." 
She pulled back for a second and caught his eyes 
before beginning. His cockhead was large and bulbous 
and she had to stretch her mouth to fully engulf it. 
Odd, she thought, how completely right it felt as she 
bathed the head with her tongue.

"Hey! Keep stroking it as you suck... yes... that's 
it. Mmmm... now stick your tongue in my pisshole... Oh 
Christ!" Frank had trained many others how to please 
him, but none were as fast as this one! He was quite 
impressed and soon his cock head tingling in pleasure. 
"Goood! Good girl!" Words of reinforcement were always 
part of the process, just used far more sparingly as 
things advanced. When he was finished with this one, 
she would know blind obedience and ready to do 
anything just to earn his approval. "Now take it in 
deep, much deeper. I know I am huge, but soon you will 
be able to swallow me completely." None had been 
successful before, but with this one, he would make it 
happen.

Fuck! She's doing it! This girl, who seemed to never 
have sucked a cock in her life, was becoming a fucking 
pro! After only one or two gags, she was controlling 
her reflexes and had him almost two thirds down her 
throat. There seemed no effort in timing her breath 
control. A fucking natural!

Her pace and depth tolerance continually improved. The 
thought that this was stunning, untouchable Laurel, 
sucking on his dick like a total slut made Frank 
realize he better withdraw now or too soon he would 
ejaculating down her gullet. He pulled her off and 
nodded for her to get up on the desk again. "Sit up! 
Now we have some real fun!"

Laurel knew what was coming as she hoisted herself 
back on the desktop near the edge and splayed her 
legs. Why she was so compliant? She knew that this 
scary old man was about to insert that odd creature of 
his into her most intimate part, and she wasn't even 
freaking! In fact, she seemed almost ...ready. Could 
she ever say no again? He moved in closer with his 
ridged dick spiking in the air and out thrust jaw 
almost challenging any question of his supremacy. This 
was always an important moment of mastery for Frank. 
Almost never does one get a chance to fuck someone 
like her. 

Rich young handsome assholes that never knew hardship, 
those are the pricks that as if by God given right get 
to fuck young things such as this! And with these 
bitches, you so much as smile at the cunts and they 
press charges. But not today! Fuck them! Fuck them 
all! Today it was going to be him, Frank, poking her 
pussy. Now she would know how a real man fucks! He 
placed his cock head to her opening and pushed in 
looking intently at her face as he did. He always 
studied their expression the first time he invaded 
them. 

A conceited pleasure made him smile as he watched her 
eyes squint and mouth oval. She gave an odd grunting 
sound as he pushed it in so deep that it seemed it 
impossible to go further. With their groins tightly 
pressed together, he spoke to her with a half snarl, 
"Like I told you, fun." He was in so far that she 
never thought anything could go that deep! This 
perverted, horrible old man, leering, had his cock 
entirely inside her. And she, with her legs spread far 
apart, felt... wonderfully full!

Frank slowly pulled back only to thrust it in again. 
God damn! Her silky lining grasped his shaft and head 
like a tight silk glove. And to her, it felt like his 
cock was a hot steel bar stretching her to walls to 
maximum containment. Especially that head! Ugh! 
...Ugh! ...Ugh! Oh that glorious head! All her nerve 
endings were firing off like miniature fireworks.

"Oh yesss... you like this, you little CockSlut! I can 
tell these things." A responding shiver ran down 
Laurels entire body as again she heard that keyword 
implanted in her mind... Cockslut. "I knew you would 
be a whore just like the others!" Smug satisfaction 
stretched across his face as he thought back to them. 
Some just didn't know it at first, but eventually, 
they all did. "Tell me how you love it! Tell me how 
you worship my cock!"

Did it all come down to this? If only she could tell 
herself it wasn't true! How could he shame her to 
admit it? In her silence, she hoped her expression was 
enough to convey her surrender. But Frank wanted more. 
He withdrew from inside her until he heard what he 
wanted to hear. "Say it! Damn you!"

Her eyes opened only to again stare at evil, this 
perverted old man with contempt and power defiantly 
showing on his face. Only a few days before, she would 
have been screaming and clawing at him, desperate to 
escape, but this was now. And right now... she wanted 
it, no... she had to feel it inside her and admission 
was the only answer she could give. "...Please, put it 
back in. I ...love it."

Frank gave Laurel her reward by viciously stabbing it 
back deep inside the blonde's shapely body again and 
again. If it was for punishment or for pleasure, he 
didn't care which. Without her even being aware, her 
legs slowly entangled around his hips like a 
carnivorous plant enclosing its prey, never intending 
to let him get away. Minutes of heated lust played 
out. Sweat was forming a sheen on his face and body as 
he continued his barrage. God this one feels good! He 
felt himself building; ready to discharge like he 
hadn't in years. Then, abruptly he stopped. And as he 
withdrew, a small strand of their communal sex juices 
connected them to their carnal act one moment longer.

"Get over to the couch" he gestured with his head as 
he backed away, "Now I'm going to fuck you like a 
bitch dog, on your hands and knees." Again that small 
part of her long stilled mind was wondering why she 
was so complacent, but she was. She positioned herself 
on all fours on top of the couch as if she was some 
starlet getting ready for the next scene in a porn 
movie. As she waited for him to mount her, like a 
judge he studied her still heaving chest with those 
stupendous hanging breasts, her arched back, shapely 
legs and that magnificent rump. To him she was no 
different than some prized contestant displaying 
perfect form at a major kennel show. Damn she looked 
good this way too!

He slid up on the couch close behind her, his 
lecherous old frame ready to once again envelop her, 
despoiling her perfect youth. Inhaling deeply, Frank 
drank in that glorious smell of sex that drove his 
engorged cock twitching to mount her yet again. With 
an involuntary gasp she felt him sliding back in. This 
should feel so wrong! Where was the sense of 
violation, her humiliation and repulsion for such a 
disgusting man? Where was her outrage for his attack 
on her most intimate self? 

Where was that trusted voice within, the one that saw 
her safely through her life up to now and only 
recently abandoned her? Was it gone? Should she weep? 
All she felt now was the exquisite sensation that was 
coursing through her entire body with each thrust and 
craved only more! In her twisted new way of thinking, 
she realized it didn't matter which man was fucking 
her, whether he was cruel or kind, young or old, ugly 
or handsome, it was the fact was they all had cocks. 
That's all that matter
 ed.

His pounding intensified, and unaware, she was pushing 
back just as hard stroke for stroke. The prophetic 
words of Reggie, the man who made her what she now 
was, flashed in her mind with accepted truth... 
Whether it's a dildo or a cock, anything stuffed 
inside feels great! Oh how true he was!

Frank removed his hands from her hips to grab her 
golden mane like the reins of a filly ready to be 
broken hard. This one was too easy! No fight in this 
one! She was completely his, and with a cruel sneer 
she couldn't see, Frank declared it was now time to 
bring this bitch home! "Ahhhhh!" he grunted! 
Absolutely the best! These fucking American women are 
such cheap sluts once mastered. But this one is so 
much better than the trash I pay for! 

Yes Frank had paid for many ladies of the night over 
his years in the States, but never used the same girl 
twice. He knew better than to ask. And he always made 
it a point to go out of state for his more "exotic" 
tastes. But this one, he swore as his eyes rolled up 
in distant reflection, ...I will use again and again 
and again...

With an unforgiving grip he pulled her head back by 
the hair, she reared like a mare whose mouth was 
caught savagely with the bit. "You do like it! You are 
mine now little bitch! Tell me again how you like it! 
Tell you will let me do anything I want with you!" If 
Laurel could have wept, she would have. But the truth 
was ringing like a tower bell inside her mind. She 
didn't want to openly admit it, but she did like it, 
she did, oh how she did. A sharp slap to her ass was 
her final prompt. "Answer me little whore!"

Tears of relief, freedom from denial allowed her 
answer to come out in a bursting sob. "Yes! God damn 
you! I love it! I love your cock! Do what you want 
with me! Please! Just... don't stop!"

Never had one of his victims been so quick to submit. 
From here on, he would not take it slow! Smug 
satisfaction and superiority beamed from his 
frightening visage as he continued the verbal abuse. 
"Oh yes my pretty little bitch! You whore! You truly 
are mine now! And I will take you to heaven. And I 
will take you to hell! Tell me what you are! ...Say 
it!"

"...I am a Cockslut! Your Cockslut! ...your Cockslut!" 
Part of her brain snapped in realization of what she 
had just done! My God! Astonishingly, she was using 
her own trigger word on herself! It wasn't the 
computer, or someone else transforming her into a sex 
addicted mess this time! Through that key word, she 
was actually programming herself! And immediately like 
opiate hitting her brain, her mind opened up, drowning 
with the incredible oncoming rush. 

Her grinding against him intensified into absolute 
frenzy. Each press of his cockhead against her cervix, 
each ounce of friction against her vaginal wall, each 
scrub of his pubic hair against her ass and each 
pounding slap of that huge ball sack against her clit, 
spoke of ultimate joy! She had given total surrender 
to her new mindless mantra! ...cockslut... cockslut... 
cockslut... cockslut...

His dominance now unquestioned, Frank allowed himself 
to be lost in his own sexual lust! His mind was now 
fixated at the crossroads of all his desires and 
frustrations. All those young girls back home, so much 
better than these teasing American cunts... till now. 
How many were there? Innocent, quiet, afraid to fight 
back, ultimately they all wound up doing as they were 
told... Oh... the things I've done...

Franks eyes hardened and his face turned sinister. 
Remembering always led to that one night, the reason 
he had to flee almost overnight from all those 
bastards who vilified him and sought his destruction. 
Yes! There were other close calls, but not like that 
one. Unnoticed by him, his thrusts obtained a new 
level of savagery, driving and unrelenting. He was 
building to his climax. 

In his thoughts, Frank was ready to roar his defiant 
answer to all his enemies, the injustice against him 
and his narrow escape. Only to wind up in this 
stinking fucking country with this stinking fucking 
job! His answer would be in his seed pumping into this 
fucking whore! By God! He hoped she was fertile so 
another bastard child of his would be walking this 
earth. The ramblings of his mind finally found voice 
with mutterings under his breath. "Fuck you! Fuck you 
all! ...Bastards! Pricks! ...I shit on all of you! 
...Just you wait!..."

Laurel, lost in her own world of fantasy, heard 
nothing! She was even closer to her own ultimate 
ecstasy. Again an innate fantasy to be exposed to 
others at the moment of release had consumed her. This 
time as clear as it was real, she is on her knees, 
face pressed against dirty flattened cardboard on a 
cold sidewalk in some skid row back alley. She is 
being fucked from behind by some tramp as others jeer 
him on, waiting for their turn. She turns her head 
seeing all the damaged misfits of society swelling in 
numbers around her. 

The old, the wretched, the unclean, all the castoffs 
are pulling down their pants, and priming their greasy 
unwashed cocks as they impatiently wait. As her face 
is rubbed along the ground with each shove, a 
particularly disgusting rummy is staggering to her 
face already half naked from the waist down and lifts 
her up onto her arms as he kneels, bringing his oily 
cock closer and closer to her mouth for her to suck 
on. The smell is overwhelming, but surprisingly, it 
only stimulates her more as she opens her mouth in 
acceptance and now willing anticipation.

The orgasm which ripped through Laurel was without 
compare! Her whole body trembled then shook in violent 
convulsions. 

The building clamor of alarms, passion, disgust and 
joy all turned into a full roar inside her head! 
Despite her vagina gripping it's invader in almost a 
death grip with contractions, her juices sprayed back 
with such force and volume that Frank thought she was 
pissing on him! He snapped out of his own lustful 
daydream to quickly realize the bitch was coming. But 
instead of spurring him on to his own climax, he was 
irritated she came first without him and distracted 
him away from his own depraved, lust obsessed moment. 

He pulled out just as Laurel was in her final 
thrashings. He now had something else in mind to do 
with her. He had intended to bury his seed so deep 
into this slut she would know what it's like to be 
bred by a bull, but now she needed to know it was only 
him that mattered. He was going to make her drink it! 
If she fucking cums like pee, wait till she sees mine 
when I cum! Roughly shoving her hips off the couch to 
the floor, he sat down with his dripping cock fully 
erect and growled his order to the dazed young woman. 
"Finish me off slut! I'll teach you about cumming!"

Laurel, still disoriented, crawled between his legs. 
Frank knew it would be long. Her mouth easily enclosed 
a third of his length. Immediately she began servicing 
him like a pro. "Yes, little cunt! I'm going to drive 
it so far down your throat when I come you'll have no 
choice but to drink it all. And I will unload so much 
juice you'll think I'm pissing right into your fucking 
belly!" Hearing this, she paused to look up, but 
Frank, allowing no disobedience, placed his hands on 
her head and forced her back down with no opportunity 
to pull away. With such restriction, she had no choice 
but to carry on.

God she was good! Almost all of it was entirely inside 
her face! Frank only judged women by how they made his 
dick feel, and this one was fantastic! He relaxed his 
grip on her head when he saw she was continuing on her 
own. He looked at the sexy, curvy young woman, strands 
of her sweaty blonde hair matted against her 
shoulders, the rest of her golden locks bouncing with 
her effort. He felt her timed breath huffing against 
his pubic hairs. It exulted him to think it was 
between his old legs that this wonton young American 
bitch was getting off as well... on his cock! 

Oh fuck! Yes, that delicious tingle was back! It would 
only be seconds now! In a move that surprised Laurel, 
the total might of his hands pushed her head 
completely down, impaling himself deep inside. Her 
nose mashed into his pelvis while he started bucking 
with quick controlled thrusts. Laurel, frantic now, 
tried to push away with both hands against his belly 
and release herself from his bizarre choke hold. "Oh 
no you don't little bitch! You will swallow it all!" 
 
His cock then began twitching like some alien invader 
laying its seed deep within its helpless victim. Spray 
after spray she felt it entering her. He was cumming 
so far down her throat; she was helpless to do 
anything but experience it. Her unfocused eyes began 
to water as she struggled to breathe. Staying alive 
now became the most important thing. And still he kept 
cumming. When tears began rolling down her face, he 
exulted in it. He always loved it when he made them 
cry. Her hands became fists as she pounded on his 
chest, desperate to let her go. The futility of her 
attempt was laughable. Her face was turning from 
bright red to purple and the sound of a rapidly 
pounding trip hammer began banging louder and louder 
in her skull. 

Then... finally, he was done.

The moment just before she would have faded from 
consciousness, he let her go. Heaving sobs of air 
racked her chest as she knelt before him. Half a 
minute passed before it finally looked that she was 
starting to settle down. He reached out and began 
stroking her hair gently. Frank then spoke to her with 
the same tone a loving father would give in explaining 
the need for correction to an errant child while the 
pain of discipline slowly fades.

"I am so sorry Laurel for being forceful with you. In 
time you will learn not to question my authority and 
will do as you are told. It will be better for all of 
us"

In time...? The words staggered Laurel. What did he 
mean... in time? It was maddening to her! All these 
conflicting emotions and experiences needed time to be 
deal with, to be understood. But there was no time!

In the brief moment of respite following the aftermath 
of her orgasm, the small voice of her former self was 
wailing to be heard, trying to wake her from this 
terrible reality. But the new Laurel stepped fiercely 
in front to remind her what in truth she really now 
was. And so began the new mantra... a Cockslut... 
cockslut... cockslut... She had no chance. Before she 
was aware, she was leaning forward and nuzzling back 
into his groin. She placed his softening cock into her 
mouth and gently began to suckle. Ah! Frank thought. 
So fucking easy this one! Already she tries to make up 
by serving me. He let her continue for a little while 
to show his approval before the irritation on his 
already spent cock told him it was time to stop this 
devotion.

"Ok, enough. Get off." Yet still she continued in her 
efforts to bring him back to full erection. "Bitch! I 
said enough! Get off now!" Again she acted as if she 
hadn't heard his demand. Is she stupid all of a 
sudden? Quickly he raised his right hand to give a 
good swift cuff to her head. Some things it seems the 
cunt still needs to learn! But before he could deliver 
his blow, with the speed of a cat pouncing on an 
escaping mouse, her hand reached over and clutched his 
balls in a firm grip.

Her nails dug dangerously into his scrotum like sharp 
claws, capable of execution on quick notice. At the 
same time her eyes flashed up to meet his, piercing 
and feral. He instantly got the message. Any wrongful 
act on his part and he would be missing a nut sack and 
half his length.

He took a moment before he chose his next words. Still 
trying to exert authority over the situation, his next 
command spoke of calm control. "I said stop. It is 
finished, over. Release me now before I get angry with 
you." Still she continued.

Another moment later, his tone had softened as he 
changed tactics. "I just came and am finished. Get 
off. There is no more." Still she did not relent.

Although her touch was magnificent, his cocks spent 
sensitivity and the throbbing pain in his balls from 
such a nut busting discharge had him squirming. "It 
aches now. Stop it." But she only persisted.

And then desperation made him say something he had not 
said to a woman since his youth. "...Please."

At this, without removing her mouth or hands, she 
looked up to stare directly into his eyes. And when 
she did, Frank was taken aback. He saw something that 
he had never seen in anyone but himself... wild, pure, 
unfiltered lust. Then, she just got back to business. 
It was in this moment of exasperation when finally 
understanding struck him hard! She wasn't trying to 
pull away before when he came, she only wanted him to 
shoot off in her mouth where she could... she could 
taste it! A woman whom he was sure had never sucked a 
cock in her life before this day was now addicted to 
the taste of semen! Unbelievable! She wants me to come 
in her mouth now...so she can... fucking taste it? Who 
is this woman?

By now his sensitivity was starting to dull and her 
expert abilities were getting him raging hard again, 
despite the protest of his throbbing balls. But with 
this new knowledge and the realization that this would 
not be over until she said so, the mean hateful side 
of his being manifested itself with a snarl and a new 
edge to his speech.

"Yah you fucking bitch! You need it eh? You want more 
of my spunk, to swim in your belly like fish. Well you 
whore, I give it to you. So much, you'll think I'm 
pissing! ...Ugh! ...You cum addicted little cunt!" She 
brought me back to life, thought Frank, and now she 
will pay! He let his mind go, to fixate totally on 
wild fantasy and past transgressions. And in all those 
horrible acts he perpetuated, Laurel's face was the 
only one he saw! Oh! And then his thoughts turned to 
all the new and horrible ways he would ravage her! 
Passion flamed without boundary, and quickly the 
actions of his thoughts flowed freely into the 
rantings that spewed from his mouth.

"I'm going to pump so much cum down your gizzard 
you'll drown bitch!" He was thrusting now in short 
frenetic strokes. "Your life is now a nightmare, you 
cunt!" On and on the diatribe continued until abruptly 
his head snapped back and he bellowed a final roar of 
fierce primal triumph. "Arrrghh!!" Spray hit the back 
of her throat like a rapidly firing water pistol. This 
time she was determined to taste it and felt her 
cheeks quickly filling, and then, stretching taunt. 
But the taste! Oh god it was good! So good! 

Without even one hand touching herself, she was 
orgasming again! Her throat shrilled in high 
vibration! Jet after jet after jet! Soon her mouth was 
so full she had to start swallowing or drown. Being as 
full as her mouth was, some couldn't help but squirt 
out the sides of her perfect seal with his cock as she 
did so. It took several gulps to feel any control. 
Laurel was now at the peak of her climax and Frank saw 
her eyes roll back into her head and her eyelids 
flutter.

After it was over, she finally released him, gasping 
for air, and he saw sperm still pooling inside her 
slackened mouth. Then, after another swallow she began 
to lick her tongue around the outside of her mouth 
like that small child trying to catch the last trace 
of delicious ice cream now that there was no more to 
enjoy.

And then it was over. The only sound was their mutual 
labored breathing. Not a word was spoken. It seemed 
surreal, as if all the passion, lust and emotions 
brought out from dark hidden memories and unyielding 
urges seemed to fade into air like morning mist. No 
eye contact was made. After a brief moment Laurel got 
up off the floor and began to get dressed. There was 
no rush nor thought to the other person in the room. 
Like two rival predators unsure of their opponent's 
limits, they kept their respectful distance, acting 
with disregard yet concealing the tremendous tension 
that lay beneath. Cinching her belt in the last act of 
getting dressed, after picking up the DVD, Laurel went 
to where her handbag hung on the wall and grabbed it 
before leaving. The heavy door closed with a quiet... 
click.

After she had left, Frank lit up a cigarette and sat 
back down on the sofa, sitting near the edge so his 
testicles could hang down unhindered. "My fucking 
balls still ache!" he muttered to no one. Christ that 
woman! Not that he was upset with her so much as he 
was impressed. Imagine! Never having sucked a cock 
before that day, yet leaving the best he knew. He 
finished his smoke in thoughtful assessment.

On his way home to his apartment, Frank stopped at a 
plaza along the way where he knew there to be a public 
phone booth in a remote corner of the parking lot. 
Stepping in he entered a local phone number he had 
only ever called a few times, yet he knew from heart, 
one that would never be found written down or in any 
address book. After two rings he hung up and then 
punched the number in again, this time letting it ring 
for five. On his third attempt someone picked up. The 
both spoke in their native tongue.

"Henri? ...Frank. Are we good to talk? ...I have found 
her. She will be our queen of sluts."

The following conversation was brief and when Frank 
hung up, he paused for a moment of reflection before a 
smile spread across his face, one that his eyes did 
not share in. He had one last thought as he lit 
another cigarette and walked back to his car. It will 
be good to be back in business again.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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