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The Sting

By: estragon



Who stole the stories from Literotica.com? Here's one answer.

Huang Meili had a rare place for an eighteen year old girl--she was a Senior Research Fellow at the National University of Defense Technology in Chengsha. Ostensibly she was a database manager, developing software for better tracking spare aircraft parts and maintaining records for naval personnel. Her real job was hacker extraordinaire.

Mathematical genius, like musical talent, exhibits itself earlier than others. One can become a novelist at forty--a master hacker at forty is an old-age pensioner. Eighteen year old Huang Meili was already a mature artist, at the height of her powers.

A Central Committee talent spotter found little Meili at age five, eager for more math problems. Sent to the proper school far from her home village (her parents' wishes being of no account), she had mastered calculus by age seven, and was writing encoding software before she was nine.

Now her job was intelligence-gathering. She was a hijacker on the Information Superhighway: if it was there, she had it.

She spent one idle evening, recently, hacking into the United States Navy Naval Air Systems Command's top-secret website, and walking away with all their railgun data. Some of her fellow Fellows had been trying to break in for a week, unsuccessfully.

As a prank, the next evening, she hacked into the United States Military Academy's website, and flunked Robert E. Lee and Douglas MacArthur in basic mathematics, and gave them record numbers of demerits. She corrected her prank so as to disguise her break-in, but printed out the altered transcripts to prove what she had done.

Sex was not on Huang Meili's agenda. Girls did not interest her, and boys were too shallow, having no real understanding of the algorithms of hacking and only being interested in what mouth, anus or vagina they might next penetrate. Her true love was Mao the Magnificent, the supercomputer located under tons of concrete in an obscure hamlet in the southwest corner of her country. To enter Mao and use her (Mao was in Meili's eyes always "she", her other self) was a delight, matchless. Surfing the internet for pornography took a distant second place.

Meili's prowess assured her of her continued use of the apartment, the Mercedes, and the food and travel benefits exceeding those of the Chief Officer of her University, though her nominal stipend was commensurate with her nominal rank. Her rank as General in the Peoples' Army Special Weapons and Tactics Branch was a secret.

Her tastes in wines and tobacco, however, required a certain amount of cash. Her Green Marlboros and Trockenbeerenauslesen had to be paid for, and the price was high. Renminbi would not do--one needed euros or dollars. These were easily enough stolen from online bank accounts (JP Morgan Chase's computer security was such a joke at the Uni that an easy fuck was known as a "Morgan"). But after a few such pranks resulted in the bank trying to fix its problems, a directive went out from the General Commanding

that anyone caught trying to bust bank accounts would be posted as a private soldier to a labor battalion on the Korean border.

This cooled all but the most ardent, and he soon found out that private soldier's bunk in a labor battalion on the Korean border was no luxury hotel.

Meili's porn-hunting went on, her mood made worse by a reduction in available attitude-adjusters, such as Marlboros and Bernkasteler Badstube TBA. Then the perfect solution fell on her, like the apple on Ike Newton.

Amazon.com, whose site she had hacked and shut down for four hours as part satisfaction of the entrance exams at the Uni when she was eleven, sold e-book pornography for small money, but paid on the spot and no questions asked. She had easily stolen a few e-books, using credit card information she had stolen from JP Morgan Chase and establishing an e-mail address in the name of a party whose information she had stolen from the same place.

She read the stuff. It was rather poor, but it sold. One could do better, she thought, but why bother? Why not steal better?

Cruising for cheap product, she found Literotica.com. Decent stuff, mostly, allegedly copyrighted (but what was that to her? Copyright meant less than https, and that sort of site she cracked in under ten minutes) but easily snatched, dispatched, and cashed.

She needed a bank account and an identity. She took the stolen e-book lady, Elizabeth Summers, of Raleigh, North Carolina, wherever the hell that was. All the info Meili needed to set up a bank account at Citibank in Elizabeth's name was right there, and a branch of Citibank was not far from the Uni.

Steal the product from Literotica, publish it on Amazon, send the dollars to her Citibank account by ACH, write a check and cash it at her bank, and done. The amounts were so small no one would notice.

It worked! Soon Meili had stolen from Sir_Nathan in New Zealand, dweaver999 in Western Australia, and Penn Lady in America. She even submitted stolen stories from other sites, and fooled some clown named estragon into quibbling them. Waltz onto the Literotica site, and without even registering as a member she could drag and drop whatever she wanted.

Six USD a throw, and even a few dozen sales would yield enough for a case of Marlboro Greens, and a smash hit would pay for a case of TBAs from the Mosel. And she could always use stolen credit card info to buy her own books and charge them all to the stooges.

Even when her theft was discovered, who cared? Let the dumb Americans chase the air! If Amazon shut Elizabeth down (and doubtful that they'd bother), there were lots more where ol' Elizabeth came from--Marti Schachter in St Louis, Missouri, or Kimba Woods in Oak Ridge, Tennessee--if you bought anything from Amazon ever, Huang Meili owned you.

Of course, the stooges got 1099s from Amazon and spurious charges on their credit cards--but let them sort it out. They could fight the IRS and JP Morgan Chase bank, and good luck to them!

Meili was waiting for the day when China ordered her to mount the ultimate cyber human wave attack, and bring down the United States in half an hour. That was her good night wank-thought. Who the fuck needs to fuck a person when you can fuck the whole fucking internet?

Until it ended.

Back in the US of A, Huang Meili was beginning to grow what she didn't want--a tail. In an obscure room in the Pentagon, a DAC (Department of the Army Civilian) named Jo Cumming was getting Meili in his sights.

Jo shaved his blue chin down to the veins. His hair was long, his Adam's apple prominent, and in his off-hours he preferred sundresses and plunging necklines. He was the definitive guide to the gay bars of Our Nations' Capital. He was a dresser, Mary, not a crossdresser--he didn't cross anything, you homophobic bitch.

Jo was a counter-hacker. Like Meili, his mathematical talent showed at an early age. His parents sent him off to boarding school, but his college matriculation was postponed. It was postponed until never, because at age twelve he had hacked every Department of Defense website and posted pictures of his genitals in obvious places.

Given the choice between jail and the Pentagon, the latter won in a close race.

Jo had seen the hacking of JP Morgan Chase bank through one of JP's security people who alerted DoD. He ran a few software programs of his own, and traced the hack through Mao (which he had hacked on business a few months before) to Meili. Running forward, he found the Navy hack and even got to her West Point hack. He admired that one, not for its complexity but for her inventiveness.

Jo realized that in Meili the Chinese had a good one. She was the Airborne Ranger Scout of the National Defense Uni's Special Weapons and Tactics team. He managed to get her personnel file online, and actually whistled when the translation came back from Wong's desk. "Give the bitch credit, Mary," Jo told the Colonel, "she's as good as it gets. If she had a cock she'd be goddlemighty."

"Take her down," snarled the Colonel.

"Mary, I don't fucking swim in that pool," said Jo, and wiggled his ass.

"Don't be cute with me, pantyboy, take her fucking down!"

"Oooh, hostile work environment, I'll sue your elderly ass!"

"Get the fuck out of here and do it!"

Jo went home to think. Malware or spyware was out. Meili would have every scanning software in creation. Use Citibank's online banking to take the money from Meili's account, close it, and lock the Elizabeth Summers alias out of Amazon? Easy enough, but that would start a cyberwar, as Meili would figure out what he had done in two minutes, and then retaliate. And while Jo thought he could win that war, the Colonel would be pissed as hell.

Travel to China, find Meili and rape her up the ass? No, he didn't swim in that pool.

Dump all her info in the Uni's provost marshal's inbox? That would shut Meili up for good--or at least until she found a counter.

The adventure continued.

The Sting of Reprimand



i thought at first that i was in for an exciting new idea of hers. i was. Just not at all like i thought. Let me give a little bit of backstory first. my Wife and i are somewhat in what is known as a "Female Led Relationship". i've read about varying degrees of relationships like ours. Some are light and playful, a matter of it being convenient for the guy, and some have the wife in charge of most everything, with her as the benefactor. Others still, have a wife who might as well be a pimp. For us, my Wife dictates how everything will be when she chooses to. She is clearly in control of anything She wants to be, and i answer to Her completely. It wasn't always like this, in fact, we just recently decided to make it more real. But it turns out that She likes to have control. And me? i need it.

i had really made Her angry the week before, though most people would tell me that i had a reason to at the very least push the issue until it was resolved. What happened is irrelevant, but it's important to make the point that anyone i can think of would have probably set up a polygraph appointment for their wives. That's one of the distinctions for us. These are the things i beg Her for, these distinctions that trample and throw out my personal rights. In our relationship i could come home, see that 500 dollars was spent that day, ask what happened, and be told that She paid for a date for me with Her dildo, and that i can start thinking of ways to thank Her, starting with me reimbursing Her 500 bucks.

i could walk in our door unexpectedly, catch Her on FaceTime with a guy, and She could say to me, "No, I'm talking to a girlfriend." And i, even having caught a glimpse of him, could, as carefully and politely as humanly possible, say, "But i saw a guy." 

To which she could absolutely and coldly say, "Fuck, um, uh, whatever, it wasn't. Fuck, go to bed. I don't want you up late". At 8:30pm. When i don't have to work the next day. Getting the idea yet?

So, on this night She comes down the stairs with Her black leather riding crop, the one with a hand on the end. This isn't something She brings into play very often at all. She also happens to have Her 8 inch black rubber dick in Her other hand, though by the end of the night, she would enforce the concept that it was mine. Seeing Her haughty look, Her absolute confidence, and knowing Her stunning ability, more a superpower really, to be so mentally masochistic, i was instantly consumed by an insatiable lust to lick Her, any part of Her. i always get more and more desperate to be Her amusement the more She turns me on. By this point i literally wanted Her to take out any and all frustration on me. It had been building up for a couple days now.

She had mercilessly teased me the past couple of days without me cumming. The first night She woke me up at 3:15am to make use of my fingers inside Her while She rubbed Her clit. She shuddered in the throws of Her climax, and then She mashed Her fingers into my face and made me suck mine clean. i asked if i could cum. She laughed, said no, and rolled over and went to sleep. i thanked Her for owning me. She had essentially awoken me from sleep to be Her dildo, a minor example of Her ability of mental mind fuckery. The next day was an onslaught of verbal destruction throughout the day, which always gets my full 5 inches of attention. Still though, no cumming.

Had we not just had this huge blowout, i would have turned into a real pain in the ass by this point. But we were both still sensitive and it had hit me hard enough to take away all desire for a female led relationship. Being that things were so raw, i didn't push the issue. She approached me with absolute authority and spoke.

"I want you to go wait in the shed for me. Take this crop and dildo and go." Very to the point, almost no emotion, an oddly soul-piercing tone. i was SO ready for what was now certain to be a special time, i couldn't wait. But still, She was so . . . almost . . . disconnected that i couldn't gauge Her. i had to seek clarification. 

"Just go sit? And wait?" i meekly asked. 

Again, stoic in Her response; "Go. Now." i began getting hopeful that this disconnected tone would translate to disconnected concern, and She might not hold back in blunt and rude disregard, i know for sure that that is my krypnonite, more than a sexy woman is to a man that wants to fuck like a man.

i went to the shed and sat in my chair. The shed is finished and insulated, much more like a regular room than a shed. i sat there, looking at the black riding crop that symbolized Her ownership of me. i glanced over at Her black dildo, it's symbolization was clear. Like the crop, it too was a tool of authority, but it symbolized more than Her ownership - it represented Her right to toy with my very psyche - to turn me into Her puppet clown. i made it a point to not touch anything. The worst thing for this type of relationship - the most volatile thing, for me, is inventing humiliating acts for myself. i can't fully explain it, but i just can't live like that. All the degradation, all the desire to be absolutely fucked over that i embrace so deeply - however a "normal" person would view those things as detrimental, THAT'S how i view inventing cruelty for myself. But i digress. i left them alone and waited patiently.

Some time went by, and i thought too much had passed. Was She teasing me? It didn't seem like it, based on Her tone. It seemed like it was taking far too long. i went for the house, ready to knock to be let in. i thought i'd grab a smoke. i got to the sliding glass door and She was at the table, going through Her purse. i had caught her off guard, of this i'm certain. She stared at me angrily through the door. i was genuinely scared a little. The feeling of actually fearing my five foot two wife was intoxicating. And new. i liked it. She unlocked the door and opened it. 

"What the fuck are you doing? I told you to wait in the shed." She asked flatly. Had i imagined Her teeth gritted while asking me that? It was hard to tell. 

"i thought i'd grab a smoke. You were taking a while. i was going to knock." With each thing i said i noticed i was back peddling. 

"I told you to wait in the shed. I expect you to obey." She said. Again, i thought i saw real anger. Titillating, yes. A little scary? i had to admit yes again.

She followed me to the shed as i went back out. We entered and She closed the door behind Her. 

"Get on the floor." She commanded. i didn't let Her finish before i was face down at Her feet. She truly seemed pissed, so i didn't look up. i just kept my face at floor level. "You need to be punished. You hurt me and there are consequences for that. Do you understand?" Again, i sensed sincerity. 

"I had good reason." i started to say. "It was very real to me-" she cut me off. 

"I said do you understand me, bitch?" sharply said. She knew my weaknesses, i so loved when she exploited my weakness. 

"Yes, you're right. You're always right." i spewed. i never once viewed those particular scenarios where i was essentially being punked, as such. She ACTUALLY holds that power. i view these instances as me being changed. Inside out. For Her desires. And loving it.

"That's right my, small, weak brained little pet. So you know you deserve this. Put this cock on the ground and start sucking it."

i was excited now. i placed it on it's balls and it stood up. i took a few inches into my hungry face and started bobbing up and down. As She stood over me, i wanted nothing more than to look up at my queen, to see Her eyes as She manipulated me. To see Her satisfaction in ruling me. But i couldn't. i could only see Her black heels from around Her rubber cock as i worked it up and down from 5 inches above the floor.

"Get that cock in your mouth bitch!" She said with some venom. She had never been this intentionally humiliating before. This instantly had me licking the shaft from balls to tip, eager to be shamed as much as possible in Her presence. It wasn't typical of Her to be so sharp, and i loved all of it. "You look like you're really enjoying that cock, you slut." Wow. Usually She called it a dildo. This was getting intense. "That's enough." She said just as quickly. "You can make out with that cock later!" i stopped, eager to do exactly as my ruler asked. "I didn't bring this cock for you to suck. It's a gag so no one hears you scream." The words stung so good. Fireworks were going off in my brain.

"I said you're going to be punished, and so you will. Take your pants off and get on your knees. Get your mouth on that black dick." i had no thought other than to FULLY obey. Following Her order automatically put my ass in the air and my head to the floor. She gently brushed my exposed skin with the leather hand on the tip of the crop. She lifted it off and i couldn't see her. It made me totally unsure of when i would be whipped, and where. "Is it scary to not know when and where I'll whip you?" She asked, as i had the same thought at the same time.

"It is. Very much so." i earnestly replied. 

"That's good. I'm sorry that you need to be punished, but it IS necessary, and if you don't understand, then know that because I said so, it is." She spoke, as if maybe She really was sorry. i never had physical pain as a trigger for my urges to submit, until She invoked them. Now i was confused. Perhaps another testament to my statement that Her cruelty COULD mold me. i didn't want her to be sorry. At all. i wanted Her to whip me if She pleased. i wanted Her to whip me and tell me that i like it. And mean it.

Crack! She brought it down hard on my exposed raised ass cheek. Much harder than i expected. i cried out, my scream muffled by the dildo. "Friday!" She said. Crack! The other cheek. "Saturday!" The swishing sound of air being cut. Again and again, five of them. Each with a day called out. "That's for each day you cost me your obedience." i was in shock. 

"Ok!" i agreed. "You're completely right! Always!" And i fucking meant it.

"That's right you sniveling little bitch. You'll learn yet. But not today. Today you will pay. Today you will suffer." i didn't understand. i was loving it. Because She did it. i took the dildo out and put my face on the floor. i touched my lips to Her shoes and grabbed at Her. Whack! Harder this time. i yelped in surprise and shoved the dildo back in to muffle my scream.

She then did something that sent me to the stratosphere. She put Her hand on the back of my head and pushed down hard. i gagged, and not for effect. 

"Get that cock all the way in your slut mouth!" She barked. 

"i am! The dildo hit the back of my throat and i gagged for real!" i tried to explain. 

"Cock. It's called a cock, not a dildo. And that's fine for now, you'll be getting better. Don't you worry. Now fucking suck that black fucking cock you piece of shit!" Again She pushed down hard with Her hands and i engulfed it, electrical synapses firing through my brain at the speed of light.

Whack! "Fuck! That fucking hurts!!" i thought out loud. i couldn't explain even now why i further pushed my ass up, offering to Her to do as She will. Whack, whack, whack! Over and over, i lost count. Perhaps 20? 

"Roll over on your back, you bitch." She ordered. i rolled over quickly, relieved that it would stop. But it didn't stop. She spread my legs open with a push of Her crop. "Start jerking off." i immediately complied.

She started to whip the same spot repeatedly, a tender spot on the inside of my thigh. It hurt like hell and i stopped. "I didn't tell you to stop, slave!" She asserted. 

"I know but it hurts and I can't concentrate." i whined. 

"Then hurry up. Go faster." It started to seem like She wanted me to rush through it, perhaps as more punishment. This turned me on, but i hated rushing. She had proven again though, that She had the ability to MAKE me do anything. And then like it.

i furiously began trying, She smiled at my struggle slyly. And then She stopped. She bent down to me and very seriously began to speak. "I'm going inside now. You may finish alone. This is part of your punishment. Again, I'm sorry this had to happen. I don't want you to rush. I want you to do it just as if I were here with you." 

"i was wrong." i said, fully convinced but with no logic to back it up other than once again, realizing Her reign over me. "i will wait for you. i should have to wait another day." i begged, now fully convinced that i was totally in the wrong for anything and everything.

"No. I want you to finish. Let's hope this doesn't happen again." And with that She was gone. i truly felt i should wait. But i wasn't about to invoke Her wrath further. i obeyed my Wife, as i knew and felt was correct.

i furiously jacked off while i ran my tongue up and down Her dildo like a freak. It was humiliating in that way i described that i absolutely hated. But obedience isn't always easy.

i came all over myself, like i would if She were with me. i briefly considered smearing Her dildo with my cum and sucking it off like a cumwhore. But i've never done it before, and, if she chooses it for me, the honor should belong to Her. i laid there, knowing i would do whatever i could to obey from then on, if that was really what She wanted. i found out later that She wanted me to jerk off so that i didn't get bitter. Someday i hope to convince Her to own me to a level where i don't matter when it comes to Her decisions. Where She and Her will are all i care about. She is my life.



The Sting of the Rain



Please Note: This was originally written as a contest entry for a very short fiction contest. If you like it, please be sure to vote and comment so I know whether to continue it.

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"Oh, my God! I'm so sorry." 

His voice was a soft rush as he apologized for letting the door of the shop close on her, banging her hand in it. He grabbed her hand in his and held it firmly. 

"I didn't realize you were behind me. I'm so oblivious." He rubbed her hand between his, as he would his own if he'd hurt it.

She felt a little jolt of electricity race up her arm and looked up into his bright blue eyes. Another jolt raced down her body. She was sure they had never met before but he seemed strangely familiar. 

"I'm alright, honestly." To tell the truth, she'd felt numb so long it was a relief to feel anything, even pain. It was as if she were finally waking up from the long nightmare of her divorce. Her hand would stop hurting far faster than that had.

The tall stranger smiled at her then frowned as he looked down at her hand. He gently turned it over and probed with his thumbs. "Does this hurt?"

"No." Her voice sounded almost sorry about it to her own ears. She cringed at what that implied. "I really have to go."

She pulled her hand away and stepped past him, through the door of the shop. It seemed like she was running away but she wasn't even sure what from. She looked to the sky. The wind was picking up and dark clouds roiled in from the north. She might just make it home before it rained. It was only a few blocks via the shortcut through the park. 

He didn't know what possessed him, but he picked up his bag of groceries and found himself following her. Her eyes were so dark, luminous and full of emotion. He had to know who she was, or at least where she lived. 

She hurried up the street and turned down the path into the park, unaware of her shadow. The wind swirled leaves around in little dervishes across the open expanses between trees. Emerging from the path on the far side of the park, she turned left and walked up the street a block and a half before cutting in back of the doctor's office. It was Sunday and they were closed for the day. The parking lot bordered on her backyard.

Opening the gate to her fenced in yard, she scooted inside just as the first big drops struck. The drops quickly picked up speed until she was being pelted as she closed the gate. She was soaked in seconds and did not bother to hurry across the slick grass. No sense in slipping and adding mud to her wet clothes. 

Halfway across the yard, she stopped and turned her face up to the heavens, feeling the stinging lash of rain on her face. It felt like she was being scrubbed clean of the mental grime that had been weighing her down the past few weeks. 

She dropped her satchel with the now sodden newspaper to the ground. Her fingers found the buttons of her blouse, stripping it off, then reached back to unfasten her bra. Cupping her bare breasts, she held them up to the rain. The stinging drops were exquisite, like a lover flicking his nails against her erect nipples. 

She felt him press against her from behind, his hands cupping her bare wet breasts. She stiffened in shock and drew breath to cry out but stopped when she recognized his voice.

"Let me help you?"

His hot breath and his voice in her ear was as erotic a jolt as the feel of the pelting rain on her breasts. Somehow, just knowing that she had met him face to face a few minutes before and the concern he had expressed over her hand, made it all right. The fact that he was a stranger who had followed her home from a public place didn't seem to matter. She mutely nodded her assent. 

He had watched her from the side gate as she stripped her blouse off and let the rain ravish her. The painful sensations seemed to please her. He had never seen anything more exciting in his life. He wasn't even sure what had given him the courage to approach her instead of just watching. It was as if the aching need he felt overrode his good sense. Now, he closed his thumbs and forefingers on her nipples and pinched then waited for her response.

"Yes! Oh, yes!" She arched and moaned at the almost intolerable sensation. 

Mmmm, yes.  He pinched and pulled with his right hand at her nipple as his other hand reached down to grip her hip so he could grind against the soft curve of her buttocks. He wanted desperately to sink his cock into her ass. 

He tugged her skirt over her hips and hooked his fingers into her panties to pull them down. She didn't resist. With one hand still on her right breast, he fumbled with the other to open his own pants and release his throbbing cock. 

The cold rain on his hot cock was a shock but he would need to be slicker than the rain would offer for what he had in mind. An idea sprang to mind. He bent over and rummaged through his bag for the whipped butter he'd bought that morning. Ripping off the top, he scooped some out, slathering it over his cock. 

Standing up, he grabbed her hips, pushed her legs further apart with one foot and positioned the head of his cock at her anus. He pushed in steadily, forcing her open to his intrusion. He worked slowly, letting her get used to each inch of his cock opening her up.

"Oh, yes!" With each push forward, she squirmed and pushed back, crying out. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Her hands went up to pinch and twist her own nipples. He was actually shoving his cock up her ass! It hurt and yet it felt so good. A burning sensation filled her, in sharp contrast to the cold rain. As he thrust home at last, one of his hands reached around and slid two fingers into her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit as he moved in her ass.

He groaned at the overwhelmingly tight grip on his erection. God! It was perfect. His fingers worked her from the front as he thrust into her from behind. He'd never met a woman like this, so full of passion and raw animal lust. It had spilled over her eyes at the store and tugged him along behind her. 

The sensations racing through her body, connecting the dots from her abused nipples and anus to her cunt, threatened to overcome her. Shuddering, she came, an orgasm that racked her body and rolled over and over with the thunder as he released himself up her ass, pumping his fluid into her. 

He withdrew his spent and aching cock from her ass and watched the milky fluid run out of her, mixing with the rain sluicing down her back and between her ass cheeks. It was undoubtedly the perfect way to spend a Sunday morning.