The Dildock Virus


Laurel reflected on the past tense few hebdomad 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

movement to the big city and a worldly concern of difference from life with mom and dad to being on her

own. Recently graduated from college as a production line medical specialist, her new job at

wrench industriousness was the magnanimous change in all her 20 one eld. She thought how

especially her mom did n't desire her moving there with all the law-breaking and corruption of city

life and how she had to reassure them she would be mulct and even how the neighborhood she

was going to be living in was really often safer than she believed it was herself. She felt

the system of weights of her foodstuff bags getting labored with each step. Laurel was a lulu by

anyone's touchstone. Hers was the mantrap of the Graeco-Roman pocket-sized townsfolk cutie whose smiling could

gaining control anyone's nitty-gritty. She had curves where any man would want them and a breast that could

drive them idle if she ever chose to showcase her cleavage, which she didn't. If she was

ever the middle spread in a Corinthian magazine, men would be wondering how they got someone

as wholesome as her to pose while they closely studied each fountainhead thumbed page.

Coming within sight of the five narrative apartment she now called home she gave her head a

shake that gently tossed her long dear brown tomentum about as she again thought of her

computing device frustration back in her unit. She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she

had no link to the net just a stable 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

society, but of course they insisted that there were no defect in their scheme and the

trouble really was with her electronic computer. She highly doubted that but what was she to do ?

It was luck that at the consequence she neared the entranceway to the composite, she spotted the

parked van with the big bold advertising on the side."Reggie The Home reckoner Specialist !

Most reparation $ 30 ! Ph:205-771-0236"Taking her computer anywhere else for someone to count at

it could probably be 50 dollar bill or more, so while it was on her mind she put down her

handbag and using her cellular phone phone called the turn. Prepared to leave a message, she was

mildly startled when Reggie himself picked up after the sec ring and was abrupt and to

the distributor point.
"Reggie here, what can I do for you ?"
"…Oh, hi, I saw your van sitting outdoor my apartment and I 'm having a bit of worry

with my cyberspace connexion. Do you imagine you might have some time to ask a aspect before

you go ?"
"Yeah…Ok"his reply seemed as if it were an inconvenience,"Just finishing up a job in the

side by side few minutes…your apartment number ?"
"317"bay wreath said a niggling storm at how fast this was all happening but guessing that

was a good matter.
"Ok, see you then."and with a dog he hung up. Laurel waited a few arcsecond making sure

the conversation was over before finally putting her telephone set away and picking up her bags for

the walk upstairs. I'll have to festinate she thought.

Entering her flat she quickly kicked off her shoes and quickly set her groceries down

on her table following to her computing device desk causing a duad of oranges and a bunch of banana tree

to twig 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 quick before a bang on

her door told her he had come over more quickly than she expected. Opening the room access she

couldn't help but make a quickly perspicacity of the man. In front of her holding his bag of

gear, Reggie was a medium height white male person 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 age. But it was that smiling face that caught her

most. It reminded her of that last mistake of a fellow she had whom her parents

practically forced upon her. Smug, cocksure, the sort of ex athletic supporter that thinks they 're God 's

gift to charwoman. Brad was one bad experience she was gladiola was over. He had pulled the woollen

over her parents'eye with his snake oil charm, but they never saw his selfish, degrading

inner core as she had. Other son would experience loved to let a fortune with her, but for the

longest clip 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 grade, how could she

ever draw a blank his two asshole sidekicks with all their lewd scuttlebutt towards her. Whenever

she talked to Brad about them, he would only laugh recount 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 arcsecond

prison term 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 data processor desk where he

instantly sat down and took over. Just as arrogant as Brad too she thought.

He saw the jumping, pulsing, static like trope, did the customary glance at the cable system

connection 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 straightaway in the centre and almost with an

unperceivable smirk tightening his mouth said"It looks like you got the …Dildock Virus."

and waited for her reaction. How was she to reply ? She said she had never heard of it.

"Oh you do n't require it ! It invades all your programming computer code, rewriting it, destroying all

your old text file and picture on a sub-partechian level, and it'll spread to former

data processor on the web. I can keep open your hooey, but I 've got to it now before this matter does

more damage."When Laurel asked how much it would cost, he coyly said that while it did

take a bit of endeavour and programming time he survived on intelligence of oral fissure and she since seemed

nice so he'd try to maintain it down to $ 30 and smiled sweetly."It can take a spell so if you

want to do some affair around the blank space it's ok. I have to get some appurtenance out."And on he

went, just assuming the job without her say so.
"That's fine,"she said,"I do have a few affair to do."making an apology to get away. She

was n't comfortable with the situation, it didn't seem rightfulness, but what could she do ? And who

could she get that would be as cheap that would actually arrive to her ? I guess I have to put

more faith in people she thought. This big metropolis living is really beginning to get to me.

About 20 minutes later Reggie came to encounter 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 intemperate to kill and

the software has a unequalled 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 exceptional

discount. I got a totally shell of these River Cam from a store that was going bankrupt. Incredibly

high-tech with audio frequency, I'm letting them go for a steal at thirty sawbuck. Now she was pissed.

Why would he even thing to instal something like that before asking her ? But on back

thought it sounded like splendid value and she thought how happy her mom would be if she

could see and hear her daughter instead of just get email. She was n't exactly flush with

extra cash and because of Reggie's ballsy posture she started to say no thanks, but was

interrupted before she even began."William Tell you what ; you pass my name on to three champion and

it's yours for $ 10."How could she authorise that up ?
"Ok,"she finally agreed.
"amercement, forty dollar. Before I go."He said with outstretched palm.

She just barely scraped enough cash together from her purse and a scoop or two and gave it

to him the total sum. He then directed her to sit down at her information processing system."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 swell huh ? machine tracking, hi

res, low light predisposition, zoom and pan control and acknowledgment features."spiritual world by

Laurel a disgusting smirk spread head across his face as he said,"You're gon na love it !"

Then he got serious again."This program is going to have to run off and on over the next

few days. I do n't experience time to seek out all instances of the virus as it writes new code.

What you have to do is sit here and look out the screen. You're going to see all form of

coloration and shapes and clobber flash up on the reminder as its working."He leaned closely over

her articulatio humeri, giving her the weirdo and almost tried to verbalize sexily into her ear the side by side

few didactics."What you want to do is pay attention and when you see colours show up

only in the chronological succession of blue air, red, green, putting surface and then blue… click your left mouse button

right away or you 'll give birth to start the platform all over again. Now it can take some time so

be patient and only hit the release when you get that chronological sequence no others okay ? Reaching

around her, he clicked her mouse on a computer programme he installed and almost immediately her

blind was filled with a flashing, pulsing kaleidoscope of data point, patterns and odd random

colors. The fastness and intensity took her mind a bit to set. She knew she'd have to

focus and so settled in to the task at hand.

He packed up his geartrain and left. She was already so absorbed in the monitor display ; she

didn't turn her fountainhead 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 birdcall. It was the ecdysiast tune.

It was the curious wiz Laurel thought as her center fixated on the computer screen. She

knew her attention was rapt on what she was doing, trying to pay attention for just the

proper colouring pattern to flash before clicking the black eye, but she kept catching herself being

consciously being pulled away from everything, like those setting in horror movies where the

dig continually zooms out as the photographic camera moves forward. As she continued watching, an

insightful thought came to her that if the human head was a figurer, than surely this is

what its programming would look like. Every now and then, a crystalline video display of total darkness

ball field patterns would organise amidst the storm of imaging, salvo apart, saltation briefly about

in helter-skelter symmetry and then merge back into one before disappearing into the phrenetic mix.

Flashes amid the ten thousand of figure of speech, colors and pulsing traffic pattern, it all seemed a lure

hypnotic reverie designed to lull, reassure and subtlety instruct at a very deeply level.

And every sentence the black diamond sequence occurred, it brought on an ever increasing and

centre quickening adrenaline ‘ charge ’. She could sense herself getting tired from her endeavor,

yet very surface and excited at the same fourth dimension. Every now and then the pattern of colours she

was waiting for would start to build, but before she could trigger the clit, they would

vanish into the random convention of everything else and once more force her back into paying

aid through what could only report as some deep mind bombination. 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 varlet."Thank God !"was her first reaction,"The cyberspace was

back on !"Then she noticed the metre on her electronic 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 apologise."And how encourage !"as she saw her image up in a

humble box to the left of the Monitor."Not only do you share message but video with each

other."How handy this new camera will be as she remembered just getting it, or did she

always have it…."
"hullo Sweets !"someone named Bareback texted her in a small window,"haven't seen you

here."Laurel smiled back at his friendliness. She hoped others would be as well. Maybe now

she'd get some answers what this virus thing was all about and how to avoid it in the

future.
"First time."she typed and as she hit return. She seemed to typecast her reply alright, but

she had the sense she was doing something she hadn't done in class. Must be this fuzziness.
A content from someone else named Sukme popped up."Wow ! You look hot ! bonk to do you !"And

as offensive as that should have been, laurel noticed in her video image she was smiling

back at the cheeky comment.
"Nice blouse"yet another typed by the name of SkankMan,"Isn't it a footling warm where you

are, don't you want to give up that top of yours, breathe a little easier ?"
She realized she actually did feel warm and without making the conscious determination, found

she had begun unbuttoning two button of her blouse and parted it open with her hand.

"What's going on ?"she asked herself in an attempt to empathize her action at law. It was

confusing and it was not good. It was like being rummy, but not having touched a drop.
"More clitoris please"was the quick reply from yet another. Before she could give a smart

answer back, another watcher typed in. Her affection skipped an involuntary metre. It was from

someone named inkiness Diamond.
"You want to remove the wholly blouse. Don't leave us wondering."Laurel sat there

stupefied before she looked down and realized that's just what she was doing. The segmentation

of her ample young chest came into view, bounding slightly out of her modest bra and she

dropped her top off to the story beside her. Her side had a most sexy grin, but inside she

was starting to panic !
Black Diamond seemed to have read her head."Relax, it's all harmless fun. Enjoy yourself.

The internet makes everything anonymous so you can do what you really want with no

problems."taking hold for ground, 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 result, she looked around the website sieve for the first-class honours degree clip and

noticed the site was called www.camnett.com. There were 29 viewers, no make that 30 and it

seemed her web figure was… ‘ CockSlut'?"No, that can't be me ! I'd never call myself that.

Where's my public figure ?"She tried to perceive, but null was making common sense."This wouldn't

even be a funny joke."
"Show us your nipple !"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 mysterious inside her was screaming at her as if

from a bully space in a confidential information tempest. The warning sounded dire, she should pay attention,

but nothing could be interpret. It was only a sense of frightened worry a friend might

have for another in times of dire trouble.
As her handwriting removed her bra, she looked down only to earn her pap were standing out

stiff. How embarrass ! A flurry of excited posts popped up from several horny guy wire almost

at once. A side coup d'oeil told her she now had 62 people checking out her discover breasts
"holy Shit ! They're gorgeous !"
"looseness with them !"
"drag your teat !"
"Where do you live ?"
"lick them."

Each content sent a tingle through her body that only became heightened as she began

rubbing her breasts. She gently pulled her nipples a couple of meter, releasing them back

to have her chest bounciness slightly. She tried intentionally to forget about her tacit

consultation 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 wide attention and could

swear her centre fluttered."You're such a corneous exhibitionistic strumpet !"She should experience

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 degree, she was getting totally turned on. And all

the early spectator on this display panel were right into this stuff and nonsense and so it made mother wit that it was

ok to be into it as well."detent 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 picture. Was she obeying or just singular ? And if

she tried to free an answer, would it be the truth ? Another windowpane opened up and showed

a tightlipped up of a fat rig erect thick cock. Why did her heart rate quicken ? Why was she so

fascinated ? Black Diamond continued,"Look at it. You love it, you're my little cockslut

and you'd lovemaking to smack that fat fuck rod and have it shoved deep up your twat !"
Laurel could see other messages popping into view. Another coup d'oeil showed her that 119

witness were now looking at her, but her eyes repeatedly came back to stare at the pulsing

cock now slowly being stroked by the left helping hand of Black person Diamond.

"proceeds off your pants !"
"Show some puss please"
Almost as if waiting for favourable reception from Black Diamond she hesitated until he posted."Go

ahead, give ‘ em what they want. You want to, don't you ?"With fleeting consternation she realized

she was losing her self-dignity and with reconcile obeisance Laurel removed her pants, her

modest White River laced scanty, moved her chair back to throw a substantially view and sat down legs

spread to show anyone watching her clipping, plump mound. Her interior articulation was still shouting in

scare, but its distance to great. It was so firmly to pay it any attention. Open air caressed

across her partially open up nether lips and she was mildly surprised to realize that she had

suit moist, lubricated and definitely aroused."What the nether region is happening to me ?"She

spread her leg even further.
content were starting to pop up every early endorse. Viewers were starting to act like a

pack of masher, instinctively sensing prey they could contribute down together.
"Ohh ! Christ !"
"Beautiful !"
"Wider"
"infant, you are so hot !"
"Mmmmm !"
"Finger yourself"

Three hundred and forty one spectator ! Men, women, and God knows who else ! They were all

getting off on her naked soundbox. Never would she have done such a affair in the past tense. Old men,

pimpled kids, ugly fuzz, perverts !"Who's watching me ?"It didn't matter she realized, it

was the fact they were that was so exciting. Her eye came back to the cockeyed injection 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 block off this insanity now ?"She was caught in a tangled hatful of

disarray, panic and stimulation and always the promise of unbridled joy lurking. As she

inserted her heart digit inside herself and pushed it in and out for the entertainment of

all who were watching the only answer she could regain to all of this was because it just

felt so proficient. So good…

Her eyes came back to the cam of Black Diamond. She knew she was starting to obsess on that

veined midst piece of man meat and couldn't help it. It's girth, its mushroomed head teacher, the

piss twat 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 ray of light. Head sticking out, head sticking

back in, headspring sticking out. It's so trade good. It's all such harmless ... fun.

A few minutes passed. Over five hundred viewer now ! Her breath was quickening. The

messages now were a unshakable stream. She was actually thankful she had been so fixated on

Joseph Black Diamonds cam that she couldn't scan them all. Every other Post seemed to be a request

for her to do something Thomas More obscene and she was very afraid she might, and enjoy it. Who

was she anymore ? She was swept in the center of raging river of emotion with no chance to

swim to safe shore. The current was too fast. But somehow that was the way she wanted it.
"Turn around"
"Oh my God !"
"What a trollop !"
"Show your ass."
"Squirt infant !"
"Suck your tits"
"Ass please"

Black Diamond made a request and she immediately obeyed."Turn around for a minute and

bed cover 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 freakish medical inspection. Her rosebud, so private, so intimate, was exposed for

everyone to contemplate. When she glanced back over her shoulder joint at the monitor she realized the

photographic camera had zoomed in incredibly tight. Nothing was left to the mental imagery. As the look-alike

slowly pulled out showing her kitty-cat she realized in consternation 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 cacoethes of the

moment was the lonesome thing to live for. There was no time to guess of issue, only

pleasure in the now. She now had an intense need for anyone or anything to enter her,

pervade her, clear love no ass her. She wasn't the only one who knew what she so

obscenely craved.
She turned around and sat back down to read the comments on the silver screen. She wanted to make out

that she was turning them all on, what they wanted her to do and what they wanted to do to

her.

In the sea of text, a message from Black rhombus jumped out to be read. It was blunt,

direct and immediately sounded like a corking musical theme."Go fuck yourself with a banana."
Her eyes went to the yield she purchased just earlier that day. She looked at the bunch of

firm bananas lying on the table. How did he recognise ? She felt so ruttish anything inside her

would be wonderful. She broke off the biggest and leaned back in her chair for the next

footstep in her debasement. The voice of intimate warning had been gone for some time, swept away

in the whirlwind of new found heat and worked up servitude. She looked at her figure

smiling sexily at the camera as she first ran the banana around her moist lips ; getting it

lubricated before increasingly mysterious knife thrust drove it home base. Her thick emollient started to

coat the glistening fruit and build at the entranceway to her pussy as she repeatedly pushed

it in for another assault on any remaining modesty she had possibly possessed.

Her spectator were reduced to animate being, howling, jeering, amazed at the spectacle they were

witnessing. She stopped her thrusting for a moment to give everyone a gain eyeshot of the

remaining twenty-five percent of fruit peering out, her slick vaginal sassing hugging it tightly as she

tapped it firmly with her digit to picture how deep-rooted it was inside. This time she welcomed

the close up. She wanted to be the star. Without her even controlling it, minuscule window

after window after window started filling up her computer screenland with masturbating cock

after cock stoking to her flasher show. She was being called a slut, a whore, a horny

cunt and she was truly getting off on it. century of men, wanting her, wishing they were

there fucking her, wanting to maul her tits, thrust their tongues in her mouth, snap up her

hips or pull her hair's-breadth like the sovereignty of Equus caballus as they drove themselves as deep as they

could into her. She could imagine herself pushing back, feeling so wet and used. As each

viewer shot his encumbrance, semen spraying, another cam of some fat belly man or scrawny bare

youthfulness would pop up in its place to subscribe his turn as her virtual buff. Her breath came in

shoal drawers 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

near. She could actually finger his mushroomed head splitting her lips, his calamus stretching

her as it pushed inside, and like a hot brand bar relentlessly drive deeper and deeper, no

mercifulness asked for, no mercy given. She felt every ridge, every pulsing vein. She was the

animal in passion, waiting for the minute she would invite his seed, to discharge the act, the

only understanding for being.

VIII hundred and twenty two spectator ! With each new watcher she was getting Sir Thomas More and more

turned on. Lauren didn't bed how lots more she could stand. She imagined herself in some

dim old, seedy theater house performing sex deed on a stained mattress casually thrown on

the base, completely surrounded by row upon rows of naked men. It didn't thing 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 tree as fast as she could now. The camera panned and zoomed in

and out all over her integral body from her candy grunting expression to her bouncing bosom with

their stiff nipples down to her vagina slick with discharge around her rim as the dildo of

pick repeated its pounding rhythm.
She looked back at the cam of Black baseball field hoping he was as aroused as she, and gave an

exquisite shudder to see his frenzied stroking. bay wreath so wanted for them to get off

together, to be one. No longer was there any voice of opposition calling her vertebral column to who

she once was. Her heart closed, she was in the minute. She wasn't just surrendering to her

new self, she was embracing it. All the guilt feelings, shame and pressure level of society were gone in

this firing of aboriginal need and rapture. She exulted in the knowledge there were now

over one thousand men watching her, participating in her rage, wanting to ravage her,

bury themselves inside her and pump their seed deep into her fertile womb.

Her optic 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 wreath was

experiencing her first orgasm ever, consuming her total body. With three final rapid

driving force of the banana tree shoving deeper inside her than she would birth ever dared, her trunk

jerked convulsively like a tool on strings and quickly she pulled it out, spraying succus

in all directions. At first of all she thought she was peeing from her assailable 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 human race watched this naked, stunning twenty one year old, glistening with

sweat, her tit heaving in rapid breaths, finally touch back on the reason. The endless

stream of twit, asking and unmannerly compliments had stopped so in awe were they of what

they just witnessed. My God ! None had ever seen something that acute before. So

incredibly hot. So fucking sexy !

And then began again the crestless wave of appreciation.
"Oh my God !"
"Never seen anything like that !"
"What a jade ! Did you guys see that ? ! holy motherfucker darling !"
"You made me explode big time baby ! Wan na cream it up ?"
"You've got mail !"
"Read mine first !"
And on it went until without her typing one character on her keyboard, mysteriously a

substance appeared from her to all her new found sports fan."That's it for tonight boys, see you

same clip tomorrow for another show ! Your ducky little CockSlut !"
"Same time tomorrow ?"she moaned as it sunk in."…another appearance ?"

That small voice was back, trying to enjoin her something, warn her, screaming at her. But

her search for understanding was cut short when her screen went disastrous. Then low-spirited. And then

once more than began to run a pattern of random colors, design and symbolization she recognized as

the programme 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 sealed if

she looked deeper into that void everything would be answered in prison term. Everything would be

wonderful. If only she knew what the questions were. But for now she had to pay attention…

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