6 comments/ 167623 views/ 13 favorites Compurape By: russello Ellie was an LPN, studying for her RN. That meant classes in the morning, fitful sleep in the afternoon, and a full shift of work at the nursing home five nights a week. It was grueling. She was always rushed and she was always tired. Right now she home, but not for long. She had her uniform on, and as soon as she wolfed down a baloney sandwich she had to leave for work. The young nurse hadn’t checked her e-mail in days. She sat down at the computer to do that while she ate. There was a message from her mom, which she read quickly and left to respond to later. There were three messages that were obviously spam, as well. She deleted two of them, for penis enlargement and a new home mortgage. The other one caught her eye. --CONGRATULATIONS ELLIE! YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED…-- That was all the subject line showed. Ellie still hadn’t finished her sandwich, so she opened the message just for something to do. She was amazed at how these spammers could get her name. The mail message contained nothing but the same words as the subject line. But the words were underlined, and highlighted. It was a link to a web site. Ellie knew better. She really did. Still, just to kill the last few moments before she had to rush out the door… The moment she clicked the link, Ellie’s computer monitor went blank. It seemed almost as if the thing had shut down. She waited it out, however, and was rewarded when a small red dot appeared near the center of the screen. While Ellie watched, the dot moved slowly down to the bottom of the screen. Then it jumped to the top and danced around. Then over to the left. What’s the point, she wondered, following the little spot of light as it as it swooped and jerked, seemingly at random. The dot was expanding, as well. Getting bigger. Ellie had the illusion she was being drawn closer…closer… The ball expanded to fill the screen. Ellie‘s head was spinning and she felt drowsy. She had been swallowed up, and could see nothing now but red. The young nurse dropped her sandwich on the floor. She forgot about going to work. Now the image on the screen changed, presenting Ellie with the full text of the message she had initially read, in cool blue letters floating on her screen… --CONGRATULATIONS ELLIE! YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY COMPURAPE…-- It was some sort of disgusting porn thing. Ellie would ordinarily close it in an instant. Oddly, though, she did not move. She seemed unable to will herself to do anything but stare at the screen and absorb whatever was presented. She gulped, feeling an undercurrent of fear. What was happening to her? The message continued. --YOU ARE UNDER CONTROL OF THE COMPURAPE PROGRAM. YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY ONE OF OUR MEMBERS FOR SEXUAL ACTIVITY, AND WILL BE RELEASE WHEN THE CONTRACT IS FULFILLED. SIGNIFY YOUR ACCEPTANCE OF THESE TERMS BY CLICKING BELOW-- Two buttons appeared on the screen. One said, “Accept.” The other said, “Exit program.” Ellie wanted desperately to click the “Exit” button, and escape this thing--shut her computer down and never turn it on again. Yet she was unable to do that. Instead, her eyes widened as her right hand rose up, seemingly of its own accord, moved the mouse so the cursor was over “Accept,” and clicked the button. The screen began to flicker and change, presenting compelling patterns of light interspersed with images and blips of text too quickly gone to register. Ellie struggled with herself, at least at first, trying to pull away. The thing had mentioned rape, and sex, and she was terrified. But the mesmerizing dance of light would not release her. It tightened its grip, and slowly she lost her sense of terror--and her sense of identity. She stopped thinking about her safety, her schooling, her career…anything at all. There was just…the screen. When it stopped, Ellie was in a new place. Her mind was blank. She was aware of nothing--almost nothing. Just this pleasant buzz; almost a sexual feeling, but without thought… More words on the screen. --YOU WILL UNDRESS NOW-- Only one button appeared below the text. “Finished” it said. Ellie was due at the nursing home in ten minutes. If she lost her job she would not be able to pay for her schooling. Yet she did not resist this command. Without once removing her eyes from the screen, she stood and slipped out of her lab coat, her uniform pants, her white top, bra, and panties. Naked, she sat down and clicked the “Finished” button. Whomever had paid to have Ellie conscripted by the CompuRape program had chosen well. The 5’4” LPN, once head cheerleader at her high school, was a beautiful young woman. Long blonde hair framing a pretty face and falling down around smooth, tanned shoulders. Breasts that protruded proudly from her lean body, and could only be held by a C-cup. Pink/brown nipples like eraser heads, tightly erect at the moment. Below, a tiny waist, flared hips, long legs… A lightly furred pussy men would die for. Her pussy was getting wet. She vaguely wished she could touch it. The flickering on the screen resumed. This time the embedded images and words were not so fully hidden, but stayed on the screen long enough for the pretty young nurse to register. Words like “Obey,” and “Helplessness.” “Submit.” and “Cooperate.” Images featuring a woman with a cock in her mouth; a woman with a cock in her pussy; a woman with a cock in her ass… --UNLOCK YOUR APARTMENT DOOR-- Ellie registered the new command emotionlessly and rose to do as instructed, backing slowly away from her desk so as not to lose sight of the life-sustaining video. She sat back down. Again, she had to click a “Finished” button. It was nearing midnight, and the crickets were chirping outside her window. --STAND AND FACE THE COMPUTER-- “Finished.” --LEAN FORWARD. EXTEND YOUR ASS-- “Finished.” --DO NOT MOVE...-- # If Ellie had been able to turn around at the sound of her door latch, she would have recognized the man who let himself quietly inside and locked the door. She wouldn’t remember his name, but he was a frequent visitor to the nursing home where she worked. His mother lived there. Several times she had caught him staring down the front of her blouse. The man had obtained Ellie’s e-mail address and her home address through some good old fashioned stalking. He had submitted the information to the CompuRape website. She was waiting for him as they said she would be; naked and ready; splayed open and wet. Completely accessible and rooted to the computer screen. The sight of her exposed ass mesmerized him as surely as the computer had done to her. He came up behind the nurse he lusted after for so long. His hands went to her hips. He bent and placed a kiss on the right globe of her ass, then the left. When she didn’t react to that, he pried her open and licked her, right on the anus! This was really happening. He praised the CompuRape people. With trembling hands, Ellie’s assailant stripped out of his pants. He leaned over her and brought his hands up to cup her fine tits--awesome tits. His rock hard cock pressed into the gooey folds of her cunt. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he rasped. It was against his instructions to talk, but he had to say it, had to assert what was happening. He kneaded her bulging tits, bit lightly at the back of her neck and buried his face in her wonderful smelling hair. He grunted and plunged forward, taking her--taking the hot, perky little nurse, right in the cunt. “Right in the cunt,” he gasped. It was incredible. She was hot and tight, and oh so slippery up in there. He took several long, slow strokes, as deep as he could go. It was more than he could stand. As much as he wanted to fuck and fondle all night long, the helpless naked nurse skewered on his prick was too hot, too fucking perfect. A dozen more hard thrusts up into her snatch, holding on for dear life, and his orgasm was triggered. He cried out loud with pleasure and pumped what felt like a quart of jism up inside Ellie’s juicy box in a long series of satisfying squirts. When it was all over he let his organ slip from the nurse’s sloppy cunt and picked her panties off the floor to wipe himself off with. He dressed and left. # Ellie was brought out of the CompuRape trance slowly. After viewing several more screens designed to insure that she would remember nothing of this, she was instructed to shower carefully and go back to her usual activity. The program extricated itself from her computer, leaving no trace. Soon, there would be another victim… Compurape 2.0 Vera Sanders pulled her Taurus to the curb in front of a small yellow house on Maple Street and waited for a moment with the car running. Usually Suzie was watching for her, and came out of the house with her gym bag the moment she pulled up. Both of them looked forward to their mornings at the fitness center. Today was Dance Aerobics. Suzie didn't come out, so Vera laid on the horn. She waited another minute or so, and when Suzie still hadn't appeared, the brunette shut off the engine, got out of the car, and sprinted up to the door in her lavender and black spandex. Rick answered the bell, shirtless and holding a beer. Rick was Suzie's husband. He was worthless, as far as Vera was concerned, even if he did make a lot of money as a computer software designer. His eyes fell immediately to Vera's chest. "She says she'll be out in a minute," he told her. "You can come in and wait if you want." Vera was tempted to go back out and sit in the car. She had little use for Rick, and didn't like the way he was checking out her form in the spandex. But it was hot outside. And anyway, Rick wouldn't misbehave with Suzie there. Suzie was petite, but strong willed. She didn't take any crap from Rick. Vera stepped through the foyer, into the living room. "Hurry up, okay Suze?" she called out toward the bedroom as she plopped down on the couch. She kept her legs together and folded her arms over her chest so she would not be on display, but she needn't have bothered. Rick left her alone and went off into the kitchen. Probably for another beer. Vera's eyes wandered around the room. Rick and Suzie had a nice place. Suzie had decorated well. The young couple had gotten themselves a new toy, she quickly noticed. The computer that usually sat on the desk next to the television had been replaced by a newer model. This one had a twenty-one inch monitor. The screen saver currently running drew Vera's interest. It wasn't one of the standard screen savers you see all over, but something different. It featured photographic images, but they were coming and going so rapidly that she could not make them out. It was just a blur, yet somehow she found the effect fascinating. While keeping her eyes on this display, she called out another prompt to her tardy friend: "Suzie, we don't want to be late!" It was nearly eleven. Something new popped up on the computer screen unexpectedly. Dancing across the rapidly changing background now was a tiny red ball, no more than a few pixels across. Fascinated, Vera followed the random movements of the little blip from her perch on the couch. She was trying to catch the repeating pattern--didn't all screen savers have a repeating pattern? But this one didn't seem to. One moment the spot was up and to the left, the next down and to the right. Her eyes tracked the movement unerringly. It was very relaxing... # Rick stood in the kitchen doorway, watching his wife's best friend on the couch. He had caught the way she kept her body covered as she sat down. The hot brunette wanted to flaunt her assets for the jocks at the health club, but she didn't want Rick to have a peek. She was always snubbing him like that. Well, that behavior would come to an end today, he hoped, thanks to a little computer program he had brought home from the lab. Compurape was a compilation project. He and two of his friends, both neuroscience majors in college, had put it together. It had started as a lark. What if all the best research about subliminal conditioning, emotional response, neurotransmitters and the like, was put to work creating a program designed to make women "fall into your arms"? They didn't expect to succeed. At best, they envisioned some goofy thing that they could hype and sell for a few bucks on the internet. But when the program was done, and they tested it, they found they had something real on their hands. Compurape did a lot more than "influence" women--it took them over completely. Now they were raking in the money. Rick watched Vera nervously. He didn't have any doubts that the program would work on her--this new version was particularly effective. But he was nervous that his wife's luscious friend might not stick around long enough to let it do it's job. Vera was so worried about getting to her stupid aerobics class, she might bolt out the door. Even as he was thinking this, Vera stood up and stepped away from the couch. Rick held his breath, afraid his afternoon was ruined. But Vera was not leaving; only stepping closer to the computer. As he watched, the athletically built brunette gradually stopped fidgeting and grew still. She dropped her arms to her sides and riveted her gaze on the computer monitor. She was caught now, for sure. And Rick was in for one hell of an afternoon. # Vera got up from the couch partially out of impatience that her friend was taking so long, and partially for a closer look at the computer screen. The images were clearing up, it seemed to her, and maybe slowing down. Or maybe it was just her ability to perceive them that was changing. Was that possible? She still didn't know what she was looking at, but she thought she was catching undertones...sexual undertones. Was that a male torso that flickered on and disappeared? The thigh of a woman? She was sure the word "submission" flew from one side of the screen to the other, followed by other words she didn't quite catch... The little dancing ball made it hard to see the rest. She wasn't able to take her eyes off it--up, down, left, right... It was getting bigger, too. No, not bigger. Closer. Lots closer. Vera gulped. There was something disturbing about the way she was being drawn in to this. She could feel herself losing track of her surroundings. Her breathing was becoming more rapid, and she was growing flush. It was like...like her body was preparing for sex. She was aware of the pressure of her nipples on the fabric of her sport bra. Her labia were tingling, and she was getting wet. It was absurd, but she felt a strong desire to climb up onto the desk and rub her aching pussy all over the computer screen. To hell with the gym, she wanted to work-out right here, fucking and fucking... It was the ball. The red ball. She wasn't just seeing it, she was feeling it, responding to it. Every time it passed the center of the screen there was a subtle sensation down below, like someone blowing gently against her clit... Then the computer spoke to her. It gave her a command. There were no words spoken. The order appeared as text on the screen. It appeared inside her mind, as well. --Do not move.-- Vera became as still as a statue. The computer program continued to run. --WELCOME TO COMPURAPE. YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED FOR SEXUAL ACTIVITY. YOU ARE SUBJUGATED TO THIS PROGRAM AND WILL PERFORM AS REQUIRED-- Vera read the words with glazed eyes. She could offer no objection. There were a few more minutes of images. The red ball was gone now. In Vera's mind, the ball had consumed her, and she was inside it. The fitness center was forgotten, her life was forgotten. Vera knew only Compurape. --CONFIRM FOR OUR CLIENT THAT YOU ARE READY FOR SEXUAL ACTIVITY.-- "I am ready for sexual activity," Vera said aloud. # Rick was naked when he came out of the kitchen. The phone was off the hook, he was four beers into a twelve pack, and he was feeling fine. He walked right behind Vera on his way to lock the door. She did not move a muscle. The fit 5'5" brunette, her hair cropped a bit shorter than Rick would have preferred, stood mesmerized in front of the flickering screen as he came up behind her and ran his hands up and down her sleek Barbie doll figure. Even in spandex, she had no unsightly bulges. A couple of awesome bulges protruding from her top, though, and he squeezed these now from behind, knowing she would not object. In fact, she would not move a muscle until he wanted her to. He rubbed his erection against the fabric covering her firm, rounded ass. He kissed her neck and slid his hands down into her crotch. The spandex had a nice feel to it, but nude would be nicer. Rick leaned forward to the keyboard and typed in a command. --Strip naked now-- he typed, and stood back. Compurape version 2.0 was working flawlessly. Vera Sanders, a woman who preferred not to be in the same room with him, immediately and without expressing any distaste, peeled her way out of her exercise outfit and left it on the floor. Sport bra and thong quickly followed, without any additional inducement. She was a sight to behold. Free now, her tits stood out proudly--big full ones, with prominent nipples. Her belly was smooth and taut and tan, and below that was just a tiny nest of fur over an invitingly wet and swollen pussy. And her ass--her beautiful dimpled ass. He dropped to his knees and kissed it while his fingers reached around to dig into the moistness of her cunt. He plunged his fingers in and out of her box for several minutes, getting her wet and sloppy. When he was ready for more, he reached forward to the keyboard with sticky fingers (they were working on voice activation for future releases) and typed again: --There is a cock behind you. Suck it-- Rick waited eagerly, but Vera didn't turn around. Then he remembered--she couldn't take her eyes off the screen. The volume was turned down to the computer speakers. Rick stretched to turn it up until an audible hum filled the air. He didn't personally get anything out of this sound, but the complex signal had significant impact on the pre-frontal cortex of the woman in front of him. Now she was free to move her eyes from the screen, but mentally she remained imprisoned. Vera turned around and dropped to her knees. She used her hand to guide the head of Rick's substantial prick into her mouth, which was the most awesome feeling. As gorgeous and wanton as her mouth was, though, Vera obviously was not an experienced cock sucker. Probably she had never given head before this. She gagged around him every time he tried to push past her tongue, and she let her teeth scrape against him constantly. Finally he had to stretch over the top of her and type out specific cock sucking instructions on the keyboard. The words were translated into audible signals, and the sensations on his dick improved noticeably. She was even able to deep-throat him. He was standing in his living room while his wife's best friend, who hated him, sucked obediently at his prick. What could be better than this? Of course...doing the same thing while his wife watched. Pulling free from Vera's delightful mouth, Rick keyed in a command. --Wait--. Then he ran into the bedroom. Of course little protestant Suzie would ordinarily have no part in this. She was a bit prudish, and would kill him if she knew what he was doing to her friend. That was why he'd suckered her into viewing the Compurape "screen saver" on the computer he'd put in the bedroom. She was sitting on the bed now, also naked. Also completely subjugated. His instructions for Suzie were simple. He keyed in the order. His naked young wife was a pert blonde with long wavy hair and the tiniest waist he'd ever seen. She weighed barely a hundred pounds, and had tits like cupcakes. She stood and stepped through to the living room, where she went to the couch and sat down. Putting her feet up on the coffee table with her legs splayed open, she started masturbating herself. Rick again went to Vera. He typed the appropriate command to start her sucking again. This time he added that she should make passionate moaning sounds as she did so. Suzie was programmed to rub herself vigorously while she watched what her husband and best friend were doing, and to orgasm repeatedly. Rick's gaze jumped from the beautiful brunette slurping his rod to the hot little blonde staring at them and fingering herself. It was Suzie's orgasm (and the way her big brown innocent eyes took in the sight of his blow job) that took him to the brink. "Watch this, Sweetheart...Watch what Vera is willing to do for me..." And he pulled back out of the brunette's mouth at the last second, just as Suzie slammed through an orgasm she was helpless to stop. He stroked himself and immediately cut loose with a volume of hot cum. He hit the fitness buff on the chin, then the cheek. He spasmed again, and splattered one under her nose. Finally the last few squirts shot right onto Vera's waiting tongue. Heaven. Rick wasn't stupid. He wouldn't have spent himself this way if he were not quick to recover. There was a greater prize waiting for him. He keyed in commands that started the ladies kissing and fondling each other, and went for another beer between rounds. # Suzie had not been shocked or repulsed at what she was forced to witness. She had only a passive awareness of the act. For her, the buzzing in her mind and the messages conveyed therein were all that mattered. She'd been instructed to masturbate--she'd masturbated. Now the messages were telling her to suck Vera's tongue. Vera was her friend. Suzie sucked her tongue. The messages told her to massage Vera's cunt. Although she had never touched another woman's vagina in her life, she did so now, running her fingers deep into the other woman's body. And so on... Then Rick came back. He got behind Vera and fucked the brunette from behind while Suzie was on her knees eating cunt. Suzie had to lick her husband's cock as it plunged in and out of her best friend. Rick had known Vera would be a great fuck, and she certainly was. Those thigh exercises had paid off. She was firm; her pussy was oh-so tight; and she had those big hooters that were great to hold onto. When he felt Suzie's tongue tickling him as he slipped into the other girl, it almost put him over the edge again. Almost. He had something else in mind to finish off the afternoon. The one thing Suzie had never let him do was fuck her ass. She was so tiny, and his cock was a thick seven inches. It would hurt her terribly, and he had no right to ask such a thing, she had told him in the past when he brought it up. Today he wasn't asking. He slipped out of Vera before her hot cunt drained him completely, and commanded via keyboard that she lie down on the floor. Then he ran into the bedroom and typed a directive on the keyboard that controlled his little blonde wife: --Present your ass for fucking.-- Subtle changes to the signal affecting his wife's brain. She felt what he was typing in the deepest recesses of her mind, and was helpless to resist the edict. She had followed Vera to the floor, still gazing into the brunette's cunt and pecking at it with little kisses. Without stopping that action, she scooted around and lifted her ass high off the floor. She reached back with both hands to pull apart her cheeks, and arched her back. Rick dropped to his knees behind between Suzie's legs, placing his hands on her silken hips. The ass wiggling in his face was so small, so perfectly white and round and sexy. She'd never even let him finger her there. She didn't need lubing. He was still slimy from Vera's cunt. He clamped her hips in his hands and eased forward against her hot anus while pulling her back into him. If he hadn't been rock hard he would have buckled, she was so tight. But finally the head of him popped through into her nether regions. He had wanted to be gentle. He didn't want her too sore later--it would be impossible to explain. But he was driven now, hungry for her anal cherry. He plowed into her, falling on her, piercing her all the way as he flattened her to the floor. That action brought his own face to Vera's pussy, and that was all right with him. He took a great mouthful of cunt and started fucking his wife's fragile ass with long, barely restrained strokes. In...out...in...out... The incredible ass fuck ended with a gush of hot jism deep up his tiny wife's anal channel. The most satisfying orgasm of his marriage--of his life, even. Weakly, Rick climbed to his feet. He keyed in the commands that were necessary to start the ladies cleaning themselves up, then went to take a shower. He had a meeting later with a man who was willing to pay big money for a shot at a black woman he knew... Compurape 3.0 Louis rang the doorbell and waited before he went in. He wasn't supposed to, Jerry had told him. "Just walk on into the house." But no way was he going to do that. This was an all white neighborhood, and he was a black man. What if the computer program Jerry raved about hadn't worked? There was no answer to his ring. Feeling nervous but hopeful, Louis pushed open the door. "Mrs. Weston?" he called out. "It's Louis Field. Your husband Jerry asked me to come by…?" Getting no response, Louis stepped in and closed the front door behind him. He was in the foyer of the large house. The computer was in the den, off to right of the living room, Jerry had told him. Louis wiped his feet on the throw rug before going in, conscious of the plush, nearly white carpeting. It looked like it had never been stepped on before. The door to the den was open--a light guided him inside. He could hear a buzzing sound that he'd been told to expect, coming from the computer. Mrs. Weston, Jerry's wife, was seated at the computer desk, which faced the back wall. He could see only her head and shoulders over the top of the computer chair, but it appeared that the tiny blonde, whom Louis had met only one time at a cookout, was naked. "Mrs. Weston…" he said, approaching. She did not turn or acknowledge him. He came around the side of the chair, where she could not help but catch him in her peripheral vision. Still there was no reaction. She was staring straight ahead, a vacant look on her face. She seemed totally absorbed by the flickering image of a red bouncing ball on the computer screen. Sharon Weston was indeed naked, he now saw. At only 5'2" and about a hundred ten pounds, she was the most beautiful white lady Louis had ever seen. She had delicate facial features--a perpetual smile; a pert, upturned nose; big blue innocent eyes. Of course her flowing long hair was perfectly brushed, and looked soft as down. If not for her generous bosom and big pink nipples, he would have thought her too young to be his co-worker's wife. The lady's arms were resting in her lap. Still apprehensive, he decided to test what he'd been told about her state of mind. He took hold of her left wrist, gently, and brought her manicured hand to his crotch, pressing it against the bulge that was quickly rising in his work pants. Without looking up or changing her expression, the lady started to caress him through his jeans. Jesus, he thought. There was a phone on the desk. Not taking his eyes from the luscious blonde, Louis picked up the receiver and dialed a number. "Yeah, I'm here. She's sitting here just like you said." While he listened to the response, he used his free hand to pull his zipper down, giving Sharon full access to his member. She took it in hand, and he stifled a moan. "--Yeah, a deal's a deal," he said into the receiver. "I'll make the call right now." Louis hung up the phone long enough to break the connection. Then he placed a second call. "Yeah, hon. It's me. I'm working late--" "--No, don't worry about dinner, but look. A friend's coming by-- "--Yeah, you remember Jerry, from the company cookout? Skinny white guy? Anyway, he's coming over to use the computer. Let him in, all right? He needs to check out a program-- "--Yeah, and hon? Keep an eye on him, okay? I don't want him getting into our e-mail or anything." Louis put down the phone, relieved that he was finally able to concentrate on what was happening right here and now. Sharon Weston had encircled his thick black cock with her tiny hand. She was jerking him vigorously, all the while staring straight ahead, and it felt fine. He bent forward to take charge of her tits. This was gonna be fuckin' great. Compurape Ladies Russello Brian Vasquez stepped out of the elevator and hurried quickly down the narrow hallway, keeping his face averted. This girl's dorm was not particularly strict about keeping male students out, but he had his own reasons for not wanting to be seen on this, his second visit to the building that night. He reached Debbi Caldwell's room without drawing attention and rapped lightly on the door. He was confident there would be no response from the girl who sat next to him in "Information Technologies" class, but he had to be sure. He knew Debbi was inside the single dorm room. He'd been watching from across the way when the petite blonde entered the building. She was inside, and she'd had plenty of time to discover the new screen saver that he'd snuck in and installed on her computer. He could picture the little co-ed now, completely spaced out thanks to the Compurape computer program, standing nude in the middle of her living room with her huge breasts jutting out. Her pale skin would be all goose-bumpy from the cold, her nipples tight rosy buds. She would not move to cover herself when he entered the room. She would not sneer at him like she always did when she caught him looking at her in class. There would be no sign at all of her bitchy attitude, and no resistance to what would come next... That was what the Compurape program did to women--why he had been willing to pay so much for it. As much distaste as Debbi Caldwell had for him, she was all his tonight, to do with as he pleased. She would soon be lying on her back with her legs wide open, moaning breathlessly as he-- "What do you want?" Debbi Caldwell said, abruptly opening the door and destroying Brian's fantasy. She was still wearing the jacket and sweats she'd been wearing when he saw her outside, and she was obviously not hypnotized. She glared at him, waiting for an answer. Brian was completely caught off guard. "Um...uh...wrong room, sorry," he mumbled, and hurried away. What the hell went wrong? he wondered. # # # A couple hours later, Debbi Caldwell herself was rapping on a door--the door to her computer science instructor's campus apartment. She was holding an unlabeled computer disk, and when the door opened she handed it over immediately to Miss Baxter. "Here it is," she said. "One of the geeks from my Infotech class planted it in my computer. It runs like a screensaver." Marla Baxter took the disk carefully. She was a bit of a geek herself when it came to computers, though you would never guess it to look at her. The long-haired brunette--three inches taller than Debbi--was a fitness buff, and could often be seen jogging around the campus or working out in the gym. She tanned regularly, and had a figure that could compete with any of the young ladies she instructed in computer science. Young men signed up for her class by the droves, mostly because she gave them something interesting to look at while they listened to her lectures. Marla was always eager to examine a new program. "You say it has hypnotic images on it?" "Yes, subliminal ones," Debbi said. "I think it's meant to seduce women. Silly, isn't it?" Marla tittered. "The things young men will waste time on." She took the disk over to her desk--a dining room table, actually--which was covered with computer gear. She had two powerful machines, and she inserted the disk into the one with the larger monitor. She wanted a good look at this so called "seducer." As soon as the program began to run, the nineteen inch screen went black for a moment. Then the screen saver began. It was a harmless looking wash of colors, subdued and abstract. Marla nodded her head, watching closely, but said nothing. "Does your computer have a microphone?" Debbi asked, leaning forward to turn on the sound. "Of course." "Great." Soon a little red dot appeared at the center of the screen. It did not stay in one fixed place, but began to swim around. The young lady professor nodded again. "That would be the focal point," she observed. "The idea is that the subject will be drawn to that, and after a while will be unable to look away." And in fact Marla Baxter could feel the compulsion to keep watching the tiny blip as it moved slowly and randomly from side to side. She noted her own reaction with fascination. The fascination grew stronger as the red dot grew in size, and Marla began to have doubts about whether they should be looking at this. "Are you...are you sure this program is safe?" she somewhat distractedly asked the younger girl without looking away from the screen. "I mean, you said it didn't work, right?" Debbi was standing beside her teacher, one hand resting innocently on the shoulder of the taller woman's cotton top. She took her time about answering, and Marla's eyes stayed glued to the screen the whole time. "Actually," the co-ed offered finally, "what I said was that it didn't work on me. I'm a lesbian, you know, and the program is really geared toward straight women." She let her hand squeeze her teacher's shoulder, just a little bit. "I think it will work just fine on you, Miss Baxter. In fact...I'm counting on it." Marla was listening to Debbi's words with only a small fraction of her mind, and she didn't really get the gist of what had been said. Lesbian? Debbi is a lesbian? That's creepy. But despite that fleeting thought, the brunette did not speak, or pull away even slightly from the hands that were now massaging her shoulders in an affectionate, almost intimate manner. She was so relaxed, just standing here. It would be a shame to move and disrupt that. And anyway, the images on her computer screen were changing subtly, growing more intriguing by the moment, and she was sure she would miss something if she turned away... There were flashes of text superimposed over the colorful background now--words that imprinted on her brain without any effort or intention on her part. Be passive, the glowing screen said...Submit entirely. Become part of the program... She heard... She listened... She obeyed... # # # Debbi watched the light fade from her teacher's eyes, and knew that the disk had done its job. Now she gently wrapped an arm around Miss Baxter's--Marla's--waist, and nuzzled her neck. "It's not just the boys who stare at your legs all semester, you know," she confided, running a red painted nail down the front of the other woman's denim covered thigh. The whine coming from the computer speakers would keep Marla in her trance even if she was turned away from the computer. Debbi turned her now, so she could place a gentle kiss on her lips. The woman smelled of some heavenly cologne that sent waves of sensual pleasure all through Debbi's body. "We're going to have so much fun tonight," the young co-ed said as she stripped out of her jacket and sweat clothes. Underneath she wore only a pair of bright red thong panties and a lacy red bra. Marla Baxter's small apartment was well appointed for a sexual encounter. The walls were pink, the lighting low. The only window was well covered and the bed was right there in the living room--a fold out that had not been put away. "Why don't you clear off the bed while I get us something to drink?" Debbi said. Her tone was casual, but the remark was picked up by the computer microphone and translated into a signal that insinuated itself into Marla's brain with no chance for her review or stop it. Nodding in acquiescence, the teacher moved several stacks of books off of the bed and smoothed out the sheets and blanket. "Go ahead and get undressed," Debbi said from the kitchen doorway, pouring a glass of wine. She watched with lustful fascination as Marla peeled out of her sweater and reached for the zipper of her jeans. Her underwear was cotton white. There was a knock on the door. Debbi realized with alarm that she had forgotten to lock up. "Just a minute!" She cried out, but whoever it was did not listen. The door was pulled open. Brian Vasquez stepped into the room just as Marla, already stripped down to her undies, unclasped her C-cup bra and let it fall to the floor. The boy's jaw dropped open. "Get out of here, Brian," Debbi said, trying to hustle the unwanted male out the door while stepping between him and Marla. "We want to be alone." But Brian would not be budged. He could see what was going on. His arrival had made no impact on Marla Baxter at all--she was totally ignoring him, stripping out of her underpants without a glance in his direction. That was not normal behavior. "You used my program!" he accused Debbi. "What are you, a lesbian?" She turned red. "Just get out, will you?" He grinned. "You are a lesbian. If I'd known that I would have programmed the thing differently." "Look," Debbi said. "I'll talk to you about it later. I'll give you the disk back tomorrow. But don't spoil my evening." "Uh-uh, no way," Brian said. "If I leave, I'm going right to campus security. Shame on you!" Debbi was furious, but she knew she couldn't just throw Brian out and let him report this. She would end up getting expelled. She glanced over at the waiting computer science teacher, who by now was completely naked; a flawless beauty without tan lines, and just a little tuft of fur above her pussy. "I'll give you two hundred dollars if you will just go away," she told her classroom rival. Brian was enjoying this. His cock was getting hard and he wasn't going anywhere. He turned and locked the door behind himself. "I'm not going to spoil your evening," he said. "You go ahead and do your thing. I'll just sit over here quiet as a mouse." He pulled up a chair directly in front of the bed. Debbi knew that Brian wasn't likely to just watch and leave, but she was so hot for her teacher, and this looked like the only way. She decided to accept the compromise and ignore the leering spectator. She turned her attention to Marla while Brian settled back and undid his belt. Debbi felt some awe, approaching the perfectly proportioned brunette. This was one of her teachers, after all. For three semesters she had sat in Miss Baxter's class, raising her hand to speak, handing in her assignments and accepting criticism while lusting in her heart. But along with the awe, she felt desire. Raw, burning desire. It set up a tingle in her pussy just to look at Marla's supple beauty. She reminded herself that she was in charge now. She took Marla by the hand and led her to the narrow bed, inviting her to sit down on the end of it. Giddy, she took the woman in her arms. "Hug me," she said softly, and the embrace was returned, though a bit awkwardly. Already Brian was making "Hoo yah!" sounds. Debbi ignored this and placed her mouth over Marla's, one hand entwined in the clean brown hair. She slipped her tongue between those red lips and into the other woman's warm mouth, exploring in there. Meanwhile her free hand slid down to caress Marla's firm, tan breasts. She tweaked at the soft nipples until they began to stiffen up, then reached lower, across Marla's belly and into the juncture of her thighs. She brushed her fingers against the soft pubic hair, but the thighs were closed. "I want you to be my lover," she told Marla tenderly, parting the thighs with her hands. "Let me touch you." This worked to get her access to Marla's cunt. The college teacher had always had a dislike for lesbians, but with the help of the Compurape program, Debbi soon had her doing a good job of simulating one. The command, "Make love to me," was all it took. The kisses became more aggressive and passionate. Marla's fingers slid toward the clasp of Debbi's bra, releasing it like a veteran and tugging it from between them. She pressed her own taut breasts against Debbi's fuller, tender ones, and reached to grasp one of the pale globes, squeezing and kneading with just the right amount of pressure. Debbi's nipples tightened and she grew wet down below as she hungrily fed on Marla's tongue. She probed at her teacher's pussy until she found the wet center, and dug a finger in there--then another. The two women fell back on the bed locked in an embrace. Feeling Marla's nails slide down her skin, Debbi lifted her hips so her thong could be tugged down and discarded. Now both women were naked, pawing at each other, groping for more contact. After two semesters of lusting after Marla Baxter, Debbi now had that woman's fingers massaging her labia, her own hand half lost inside Marla's box. Debbi rolled over on top of Marla and raised up on her arms, dangling her full breasts for Marla to suck and nuzzle. The tongue bath made her nipples tingle. She crawled down the hot, hypnotized brunette until she was between the woman's legs. Pushing them apart, she breathed in Marla's scent and gazed at the beautiful, trim pussy. The labia were wet and swollen, and the little clit was protruding visibly. Debbi rubbed her face all over Marla's pussy and plunged her tongue inside. She tasted delicious. She was ready to have some of the same action herself. She pulled her face out and gasped, "Lick my pussy." The static-like hissing sound made by the computer meant nothing to Brian or Debbi. But Marla Baxter received the message loud and clear. In her zombie-like state she moved to change places with Debbi, getting down and placing her mouth right on Debbi's tender cunt without preamble. She started licking and sucking at the tender folds like an accomplished pussy-eater, and Debbi was thrown into fits. Brian had watching avidly. He had his pants off now. His hard cock was in his hand, and he was very pleased to see the hot lesbian action. He had taken classes himself from Miss Baxter and always lost himself in fantasy the moment she entered the classroom. As she paced in front of the students in tight skirts and shapely sweaters, he would picture her bent over her desk with her skirt up, lecturing away to the rest of the class as he rammed home in her cunt, or maybe even in her asshole. He spent half his time in that class sporting an erection under his desk. Now here she was, nude and down on her knees at another woman's cunt. It was unbelievable. And Debbi--the obstinate little coed he had pursued for so long--he had never seen her like this. She was splayed out wide open, her generous tits jouncing side to side as she writhed her way toward orgasm. She was every bit as hot as he had thought she would be. A tiny box of dynamite. He craned his neck to see around Miss Baxter and get a better view of Debbi's happy, drooling pussy. "Ooohh, fuck, fuck! I'm comminggg," Debbi howled after a while. Her legs flailed in the air and she bucked like a horse, but the computer science teacher's face stayed locked on her cunt. "I'm fucking cummingggg!" Brian thought this was a good time to get involved. In a room full of pussy, there was no way he was going to let himself shoot his wad all over his shirt. He stood up and uttered a command of his own to the enslaved brunette. "Swing your ass around to face me," he said. Debbi threw him a dirty glance, but she was riding out a fine orgasm, and was in no position to stop him. Miss Baxter continued lathing Debbi's pussy, but at the same time she moved around on her knees, so her ass was facing Brian. "I want to see your pussy and your asshole," he ordered. Marla thrust her hips high in the air, reaching around with both hands to pull her cheeks apart. "That's good," Brian sighed, and he knelt on the edge of the bed behind the teacher, staring into her gaping cunt and anus. She was slick and wet from Debbi's spittle. He took the teacher's hips in his hands and rubbed his cock up into her from underneath, wetting himself with her juices and then thrusting forward into her box without waiting for an invitation. He fucked into the entranced teacher, slapping her ass with his balls every time he sunk all the way in. Meanwhile Marla continued to munch away at Debbi's cunt. Debbi, for her part, was turned on seeing Miss Baxter fucked. She didn't want any of that for herself because she thought men were gross, but still, it was erotic to watch Brian's huge cock pistoning in and out of the woman who was eating her. Then, right before Debbi's eyes, Brian pulled his cock all the way back and let it drop out of Miss Baxter. He hung there, turgid and throbbing, and gave another instruction. "Use your hand to put my cock in your asshole." Marla did it without hesitation. She reached back and gripped his pole, which was slippery with his juices, and she aimed it right at her own tiny anus. Brian slammed it home, crying out in delight. Marla made her first sound of the night--a short startled bark that was muffled by the flesh her mouth was buried in. Debbi careened headlong into another mind-blowing orgasm. This was too much! She did not cum alone this time. Brian was right there with her. Miss Baxter's cunt had been as tight as any he'd ever experienced, but her asshole was like a vice. A hot, cum-inducing vice. He took several hard thrusts, throwing all his weight into the hard-bodied brunette to get it all the way into her tight little ass. Then he just exploded, having no choice, and bathed her bowels with shot after glorious shot of hot steaming jism. "Yessss," he moaned as the sticky white fluid gushed out of him and into her. "God yes, take it all!" Backing out of her butt when he was finished was like popping a cork. Cum dribbled down her thighs. Debbi soon came down from her orgasm and the fun was over. The young lesbian took charge of the situation, ordering the teacher to clean herself up and go to bed. She would remember nothing tomorrow. Debbi turned to Brian. "I want the disk," she said, prepared for an argument. "Hell," he said, stuffing himself back into his pants. "You can have it. I made a copy." He blew her a kiss, and was gone from the apartment. Debbi watched Miss Baxter long enough to be sure she was following instructions. Then she went into the bathroom and had a long hot shower herself, thinking about all the fun she was going to have in the future Let's see, there's Ginger from Social Science class; little Lisa Chang from the dorm... She loved fucking straight women. She fingered herself while imagining the possibilities. By the time she came out of the bathroom, Debbi was ready to head home. She was exhausted and needed rest. She went to the computer to retrieve her disk. The program was still running. Something about the images on the computer screen captured her attention, and she hesitated before turning off the machine. Looking into the blur of color, watching the little red ball, she suddenly realized she could see what it was that had so captivated Marla Baxter. She was tired, and oh so relaxed from her evening encounter. What would it hurt to watch for a moment? Just relax and watch the screen... # # # After ten minutes or so, Brian crawled out from under Marla Baxter's bed. He had snuck back into the apartment while Debbi was in the shower, and had sat at the computer, making a few quick changes to the programming of the screensaver generated by the versatile Compurape disk. He could see that the program had done its work. Debbi stood slack-jawed, watching the screen. Debbi was under the program's spell. She did not move when he touched her shoulder. "Now we can take care of what I wanted to do last night," he said. "Take that sweater off and let me see those hot bazooms again." Debbi was under the Compurape spell. She did as she was ordered. Brian squeezed and licked and bit at her D-cup breasts for a good five minutes, just standing there, before he had her finish undressing. As soon as the lesbian slut was stripped, Brian had her down on her knees, delivering what was probably the first blow job of her life. "Oh, Baby!" he moaned as she took his cock deep in her throat. "You might be inexperienced with cock, but you're handling it well!" Compurape Ladies He sprawled her out on the bed, right next to the sleeping Miss Baxter. One of her legs was lying over the other woman. "Ask me to fuck you, Debbi," he said while he tore out of his clothing. "Beg me to fuck you like you mean it!" "Oh, Brian," Debbi cooed, holding her legs back and thrusting her red swollen cunt at him. "Please fuck me, Brian. Fuck my brains out. Please put that cock in me and fuck me real hard!" He climbed on top of her. She enthusiastically opened herself to him, even though she was a virgin and a cock-hater. "Tell me it feels good," he instructed as he positioned himself and rubbed his cock head against her wet pussy lips. "Talk dirty to me while I'm taking your cherry!" "I want you fucking me, Brian," Debbi said, lacking the will to disobey. "God, I want your cock inside me. I want to feel it fucking me raw. Go Brian, go...! Aaauughh!" She cried out as he thrust through her hymen with one brutal push. After that she was silent, and he didn't care. He was fucking. He was fucking the beautiful big-tittied Debbi Caldwell, and it was as awesome as he'd imagined. Despite this being his second fuck of the night, he could feel the pressure building in his balls. Debbi was going to get as big a wad of fuck-juice as Marla had. He decided to make her beg for it. "Tell me you love cum," he said. "Beg me to spray it all over your huge tits." Debbi did so, her voice trembling a bit due to the vicious pounding of her torn cunt. "I do love cum, Brian. I do want you to spray it over my huge tits. Please, Brian, please spray your cum on my tits!" He pulled out of her cunt right at the last second. He came up to her chest and presented her with his cock. "You do it," he said. "You spray my cum on your tits. Take hold of it and jerk it off on your tits!" Debbi gripped Brian's cock with both hands. She aimed the little hole right at the top of her chest and vigorously stroked him, her own sticky juices acting as lubrication. Brian moaned and he gave it up. Debbi's aim was awful. Most of his sperm landed under her chin. One big glob fell across her lips, and then some more dribbled out into her cleavage. He mashed his body down on hers and rubbed his cock between her tits until he stopped spasming. They were both a mess after that. Brian made Debbi lick the cum off his belly and cock. Then he pulled his clothes back on and left her lying there with the other woman. He shut the computer off just before he rushed out the door. Debbi would be royally pissed when she realized what had happened, but he was leaving her the disk. She wouldn't turn him in and risk having to give it up.