Gender: Male Age: Secret Location: N/A
|Introduction: Laurel attempts to rid her computer of the Dildock Virus.|
The Dildock Virus
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:205-771-0236” 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
“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
“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 its 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
“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?”
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.
“Baby, you are so hot!”
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.
“Oh my God!”
“What a slut!”
“Show your ass.”
“Suck your tits”
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
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
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…
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