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The Dildock Virus

By: Ziglo



Laurel reflected on the past few weeks as her walk from the supermarket drew her closer to the apartment building where she now lived. It only had been a couple of weeks since her move to the big city and a world of difference from life with mom and dad to being on her own. Recently graduated from college as a production line specialist, her new job at Spanner Industries was the biggest change in all her twenty one years. She thought how especially her mom didn't want her moving there with all the crime and corruption of city life and how she had to reassure them she would be fine and even how the neighborhood she was going to be living in was really much safer than she believed it was herself. She felt the weight of her grocery bags getting heavier with each step. Laurel was a looker by anyone's standards. Hers was the beauty of the classic small town cutie whose smile could capture anyone's heart. She had curves where any man would want them and a bosom that could drive them wild if she ever chose to showcase her cleavage, which she didn't. If she was ever the center spread in a Playboy magazine, men would be wondering how they got someone as wholesome as her to pose while they closely studied each well thumbed page. 

Coming within sight of the five story apartment she now called home she gave her head a shake that gently tossed her long honey brown hair about as she again thought of her computer frustrations back in her unit. She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she had no link to the Internet just a static filled screen and she promised her mom she'd be in touch every day through e-mail to reassure her that all was ok. She called the internet company, but of course they insisted that there were no faults in their system and the trouble really was with her computer. She highly doubted that but what was she to do?

It was fate that at the moment she neared the entrance to the complex, she spotted the parked van with the big bold advertising on the side. "Reggie The Home Computer Specialist! Most Fixes $30! Ph:555-771-0236" Taking her computer anywhere else for someone to look at it could probably cost 50 dollars or more, so while it was on her mind she put down her bags and using her cell phone called the number. Prepared to leave a message, she was mildly startled when Reggie himself picked up after the second ring and was abrupt and to the point. 

"Reggie here, what can I do for you?"

"...Oh, hello, I saw your van sitting outside my apartment and I'm having a bit of trouble with my Internet connection. Do you think you might have some time to take a look before you go?"

"Yeah...Ok" his reply seemed as if it were an inconvenience, "Just finishing up a job in the next few minutes...your apartment number?" 

"317" Laurel said a little surprised at how fast this was all happening but guessing that was a good thing. 

"Ok, see you then." and with a click he hung up. Laurel waited a few seconds making sure the conversation was over before finally putting her phone away and picking up her bags for the walk upstairs. I'll have to hurry she thought.

Entering her apartment she quickly kicked off her shoes and quickly set her groceries down on her table next to her computer desk causing a couple of oranges and a bunch of bananas to tumble out such was her haste. I'll get to that later she thought and quickly put her coat away. Barely had she time to turn on the computer to get it ready before a knock on her door told her he had come over more quickly than she expected. Opening the door she couldn't help but make a quick judgment of the man. In front of her holding his bag of gear, Reggie was a medium height white male she figured to be in his late 20's or very early 30's. He looked like he was losing his youthful appearance sooner than he should have. His hair was starting to thin, and while not excessively overweight you could see where he was going over the next few years. But it was that smiling face that caught her most. It reminded her of that last mistake of a boyfriend she had whom her parents practically forced upon her. Smug, cocksure, the kind of ex jock that thinks they're God's gift to women. Brad was one bad experience she was glad was over. He had pulled the wool over her parents' eyes with his snake oil charm, but they never saw his selfish, degrading inner core as she had. Other boys would have loved to have a chance with her, but for the longest time even before he wormed his way in, Brad made sure no one else even came close. He was her only sexual partner and he had not made it pretty. And of course, how could she ever forget his two asshole sidekicks with all their lewd comments towards her. Whenever she talked to Brad about them, he would only laugh tell her to loosen up and accuse her of being too thin skinned. The old memory was gone in a flash as Reggie asked for a second time to be let in. "Oh sure." she said with a quick smile and stepped back hoping this wouldn't take long. Unguided, he walked directly over to her computer desk where he instantly sat down and took over. Just as arrogant as Brad too she thought.

He saw the jumping, pulsing, static like image, did the customary glance at the cable connections and looked over the modem box. He then opened up a few windows on her computer and started typing in DOS commands. It wasn't long before she had no idea what he was doing and after several minutes he turned to look her straight in the eyes and almost with an imperceptible smirk tightening his mouth said "It looks like you got the ...Dildock Virus." and waited for her reaction. How was she to respond? She said she had never heard of it.

"Oh you don't want it! It invades all your programming code, rewriting it, destroying all your old documents and images on a sub-partechian level, and it'll spread to other computers on the web. I can save your stuff, but I've got to it now before this thing does more damage." When Laurel asked how much it would cost, he coyly said that while it did take a bit of effort and programming time he survived on word of mouth and she since seemed nice so he'd try to keep it down to $30 and smiled sweetly. "It can take a while so if you want to do some things around the place it's ok. I have to get some gear out." And on he went, just assuming the job without her say so. 

"That's fine," she said, "I do have a few things to do." making an excuse to get away. She wasn't comfortable with the situation, it didn't seem right, but what could she do? And who could she get that would be as cheap that would actually come to her? I guess I have to put more faith in people she thought. This big city life is really beginning to get to me.

About 20 minutes later Reggie came to find her as she was folding laundry. She was noticeably startled when he spoke and she briefly wondered how long he had stood there watching her before he said anything. 

"I've installed a special program that will fix the virus, it's incredibly hard to kill and the software has a unique way of going about it. By the way, before I finished up I noticed you don't have a webcam and took the liberty to install one. I'm offering them at a special discount. I got a whole case of these cams from a store that was going bankrupt. Incredibly high-tech with audio, I'm letting them go for a steal at thirty bucks. Now she was pissed. Why would he even thing to install something like that before asking her? But on second thought it sounded like excellent value and she thought how happy her mom would be if she could see and hear her daughter instead of just get email. She wasn't exactly flush with extra cash and because of Reggie's ballsy attitude she started to say no thanks, but was interrupted before she even began. "Tell you what; you pass my name on to three friends and it's yours for $10." How could she pass that up? 

"Ok," she finally agreed.

"Fine, forty bucks. Before I go." He said with outstretched palm.

She just barely scraped enough cash together from her purse and a pocket or two and gave it to him the total amount. He then directed her to sit down at her computer. "It's all done except for what you have to do." He briefly changed the subject and excitedly pointed to the new space age camera mounted above her monitor. "Pretty nifty huh? Auto tracking, hi res, low light sensitivity, zoom and pan control and recognition features." Unseen by Laurel a disgusting smirk spread across his face as he said, "You're gonna love it!" 

Then he got serious again. "This program is going to have to run off and on over the next few days. I don't have time to seek out all instances of the virus as it writes new code. What you have to do is sit here and watch the screen. You're going to see all sorts of colors and shapes and stuff flash up on the monitor as its working." He leaned closely over her shoulder, giving her the creeps and almost tried to talk sexily into her ear the next few instructions. "What you want to do is pay attention and when you see colors show up only in the sequence of blue, red, green, green and then blue... click your left mouse button right away or you'll have to start the program all over again. Now it can take some time so be patient and only hit the button when you get that sequence no others okay? Reaching around her, he clicked her mouse on a program he installed and almost immediately her screen was filled with a flashing, pulsing kaleidoscope of data, patterns and odd random colors. The speed and intensity took her mind a moment to adjust. She knew she'd have to focus and so settled in to the task at hand.

He packed up his gear and left. She was already so absorbed in the monitor display; she didn't turn her head to say "Thank you." as he stood at the door. If she had, she would have seen him leering at her with hungry eyes and that smug smile. "Oh you'll be thanking me later alright" he thought to himself as he closed the door. He put the $40 into his pocket and headed for the stairs as he muttered "I always like to be paid by women before I fuck 'em up." Reggie began to hum a song. It was the stripper tune.

It was the oddest sensation Laurel thought as her eyes fixated on the computer screen. She knew her attention was rapt on what she was doing, trying to pay attention for just the right color pattern to flash before clicking the mouse, but she kept catching herself being consciously being pulled away from everything, like those scenes in horror movies where the shot continually zooms out as the camera moves forward. As she continued watching, an insightful thought came to her that if the human mind was a computer, than surely this is what its programming would look like. Every now and then, a crystalline display of black diamond patterns would form amidst the storm of imagery, burst apart, dance briefly about in chaotic symmetry and then merge back into one before disappearing into the frenetic mix. Flashes amid the myriad of images, colors and pulsing patterns, it all seemed a luring hypnotic daydream designed to lull, reassure and subtlety instruct at a very deep level. And every time the black diamond sequence occurred, it brought on an ever increasing and heart quickening adrenaline 'rush'. She could feel herself getting tired from her efforts, yet very open and excited at the same time. Every now and then the pattern of colors she was waiting for would start to build, but before she could trigger the button, they would vanish into the random pattern of everything else and once more force her back into paying attention through what could only describe as some deep mind buzz. And on and on it went. Without realizing it, she slowly drifted away...

When she finally came around, her thoughts were confused, hazy, muddled as if her mind wasn't quite in sync with her body. She finally became aware she was sitting at her computer and staring at a web page. "Thank God!" was her first reaction, "The internet was back on!" Then she noticed the time on her computer had just turned 8:00pm and the website seemed to be some odd type of forum. It must be for the people who were affected by this dildock virus she tried to rationalize. "And how advanced!" as she saw her image up in a small box to the left of the monitor. "Not only do you share messages but video with each other." How handy this new camera will be as she remembered just getting it, or did she always have it...."

"Hello Sweets!" someone named Bareback texted her in a small window, "Haven't seen you here." Laurel smiled back at his friendliness. She hoped others would be as well. Maybe now she'd get some answers what this virus thing was all about and how to avoid it in the future.

"First time." she typed and as she hit return. She seemed to type her reply alright, but she had the sense she was doing something she hadn't done in years. Must be this fuzziness.

A message from someone else named Sukme popped up. "Wow! You look hot! Love to do you!" And as offensive as that should have been, Laurel noticed in her video image she was smiling back at the cheeky remark. 

"Nice blouse" yet another typed by the name of SkankMan, "Isn't it a little warm where you are, don't you want to open up that top of yours, breathe a little easier?"

She realized she actually did feel warm and without making the conscious decision, found she had begun unbuttoning two buttons of her blouse and parted it open with her hand. "What's going on?" she asked herself in an attempt to understand her actions. It was confusing and it was not good. It was like being drunk, but not having touched a drop.

"More buttons please" was the quick reply from yet another. Before she could give a smart answer back, another viewer typed in. Her heart skipped an involuntary beat. It was from someone named Black Diamond.

"You want to remove the whole blouse. Don't leave us wondering." Laurel sat there stupefied before she looked down and realized that's just what she was doing. The cleavage of her ample young breasts came into view, bounding slightly out of her modest bra and she dropped her top off to the floor beside her. Her face had a most sexy smile, but inside she was starting to panic! 

Black Diamond seemed to have read her mind. "Relax, it's all harmless fun. Enjoy yourself. The internet makes everything anonymous so you can do what you really want with no problems." Grasping for reason, she tried to sense in what he said. No one gets hurt and we all just having fun ...doing what we ...want? 

Still searching for answers, she looked around the website screen for the first time and noticed the site was called www.camnett.com. There were 29 viewers, no make that 30 and it seemed her web name was... 'CockSlut'? "No, that can't be me! I'd never call myself that. Where's my name?" She tried to comprehend, but nothing was making sense. "This wouldn't even be a funny joke."

"Show us your tits!" someone new, just posted.

"Take off your bra" typed another.

Her obvious delay prompted another message from Black Diamond. "You should please these guys; it's how you get off, isn't it?" A voice deep inside her was screaming at her as if from a great distance in a wind storm. The warning sounded dire, she should pay attention, but nothing could be understood. It was only a sense of frightened concern a friend might have for another in times of dire trouble.

As her hands removed her bra, she looked down only to realize her nipples were standing out stiff. How embarrassing! A flurry of excited posts popped up from several horny guys almost at once. A side glance told her she now had 62 people checking out her exposed breasts

"Holy Shit! They're gorgeous!"

"Play with them!"

"Pull your nipples!"

"Where do you live?"

"Lick them."

Each message sent a tingle through her body that only became heightened as she began rubbing her breasts. She gently pulled her nipples a couple of times, releasing them back to have her breasts bounce slightly. She tried intentionally to forget about her silent audience in her effort to avoid the personal embarrassment of being caught in self pleasure. But when the one known as Black Diamond posted she gave full attention and could swear her heart fluttered. "You're such a horny exhibitionistic slut!" She should have been appalled. No one had ever been as rude to her as what she was reading now. But it came with shocking realization that on some level, she was getting totally turned on. And all the other viewers on this board were right into this stuff and so it made sense that it was ok to be into it as well. "Click on my cam to show you what you really need." A post from Black Diamond came up with a link.

She leaned forward and clicked on a camera icon. Was she obeying or just curious? And if she tried to justify an answer, would it be the truth? Another window opened up and showed a close up of a fat semi erect thick cock. Why did her pulse quicken? Why was she so fascinated? Black Diamond continued, "Look at it. You love it, you're my little cockslut and you'd love to taste that fat fuck rod and have it shoved deep up your twat!"

Laurel could see other messages popping into view. Another glance showed her that 119 viewers were now looking at her, but her eyes repeatedly came back to stare at the pulsing cock now slowly being stroked by the left hand of Black Diamond.

"Take off your pants!"

"Show some pussy please"

Almost as if waiting for approval from Black Diamond she hesitated until he posted. "Go ahead, give 'em what they want. You want to, don't you?" With fleeting dismay she realized she was losing her self-dignity and with resigned obedience Laurel removed her pants, her modest white laced panties, moved her chair back to give a better view and sat down legs spread to show anyone watching her trim, plump mound. Her inner voice was still shouting in panic, but its distance to great. It was so hard to pay it any attention. Open air caressed across her partially open nether lips and she was mildly surprised to realize that she had become moist, lubricated and definitely aroused. "What the hell is happening to me?" She spread her legs even further.

Messages were starting to pop up every other second. Viewers were starting to act like a pack of wolves, instinctively sensing prey they could bring down together.

"Ohh! Christ!"

"Beautiful!"

"Wider"

"Baby, you are so hot!"

"Mmmmm!"

"Finger yourself"

Three hundred and forty one viewers! Men, women, and God knows who else! They were all getting off on her naked body. Never would she have done such a thing in the past. Old men, pimpled kids, ugly pigs, perverts! "Who's watching me?" It didn't matter she realized, it was the fact they were that was so exciting. Her eyes came back to the tight shot of Black Diamond's thick cock as her hand made its way down to her parted slit to pleasure herself. "Why can't I help myself and stop this insanity now?" She was caught in a tangled mass of confusion, panic and arousal and always the promise of unbridled pleasure lurking. As she inserted her middle finger inside herself and pushed it in and out for the entertainment of all who were watching the only answer she could find to all of this was because it just felt so good. So good...

Her eyes came back to the cam of Black Diamond. She knew she was starting to obsess on that veined thick piece of man meat and couldn't help it. It's girth, its mushroomed head, the piss slit that was becoming the centre of her attention. How could she be so into this? Never before was she like this, but at that moment, nothing was more important than watching him tease her by slowly pulling on his shaft. Head sticking out, head sticking back in, head sticking out. It's so good. It's all such harmless... fun.

A few minutes passed. Over five hundred watchers now! Her breath was quickening. The messages now were a steady stream. She was actually grateful she had been so fixated on Black Diamonds cam that she couldn't read them all. Every other post seemed to be a request for her to do something more obscene and she was very afraid she might, and enjoy it. Who was she anymore? She was swept in the middle of raging river of emotion with no chance to swim to safe shore. The current was too fast. But somehow that was the way she wanted it.


The Dildock Virus Ch. 02



Laurel was impatient to get back to her apartment. Absently playing with tresses of her honey blonde hair, she peered out through the city bus window onto the rainy world outside. Any distraction was welcome if it could take her mind away from the pungent odor of the hot and sweaty construction workers that packed the bus after a hard day's labor. She was tired, on edge and it was very clear something was troubling the back of her mind. Work today at the factory had been more or less alright she supposed. She did think back with irritation and disgust to her episodes with Frank, the machinery repair technician. Here was someone older than her grandfather, leering at her more than once today. And what's with that shit eating grin of his? She'd have liked to have said a thing or two to him and wipe that smirk off his face. But upbringing kicked in and prevented her from saying anything rude or improper however much he deserved it.

She just wanted to get home and run that program again to remove the Dildock Virus from her computer. That morning before she left work the software said it was 86% finished, so maybe a few more runs of the program and it'd be complete. She wanted her problems over with and just get on with life. She was sure there'd also be a flashing message on her phone from her mother wondering why she didn't email her yesterday. Mothers do worry after all, but the thing that was nagging her most was the feeling that she was forgetting something. Something really important and she couldn't put her finger on it ...like part of her mind wasn't letting the other half see what's really going on. She was mulling this over as the bus drove past row upon row of billboards and one in particular caught her eye. The advertisement was for one of the new Wi-Fi/4G tablets showcasing its capability for two way video conferencing and featured a picture within a picture of two people talking. Her body recoiled like the moment of shock when the sheet is peeled back off the coroners table to reveal the corpse of a loved one beneath.

The impact hit her hard and sudden. Not only had she exposed herself to others on the internet the night before, but shoved a banana inside herself and orgasmed for their pleasure! Literally orgasmed! Oh my God! Her gasp of realization caused several passengers around her to look up and see if she was alright. She quickly stared back out the window, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Dear Lord! What if one of these dirty sweaty construction workers saw her and recognized her!? 

She saw the passing world with wild unblinking eyes. The thought hitting hardest in her mind over and over again was the fact she enjoyed it. God she really got off on it. No emotion, no feeling, nothing in memory had ever come close to that release of passion last night. Then she got scared, her heart pounding, that given the opportunity, would she do it all over again. "No!" The anguished gasp involuntarily escaped her lips. It mustn't ever happen again! "What the hell is happening to me" she desperately wondered. She must have been drunk, but she didn't remember drinking. Someone must have given her something in a drink, but what? She heard of that sort of thing at Raves, but she hadn't been to anything like that or any bar for that matter. No, it must have been just a one-time thing, never to happen again ...ever. She then began the overwhelming effort to suppress emotion, personal shame and a very real fear of losing herself. She had to bury those thoughts as deeply inside herself as her conscious mind would allow. Laurel made the mental commitment to herself that with her first step off the bus at her stop she would be back to her normal self and move on forgetting it ever happened. No one she knew would even have seen her last night anyway. Done.

She turned the key and entered her apartment. Thinking about what she was going to have for dinner, she flicked on the computer to do another pass with the anti-virus software and rid herself of that Dildock bug once and for all. "What inconvenience! Why do people make these viruses anyway?" she muttered to herself.

While she was waiting for her leftover pasta to heat up in the microwave, she changed out her work clothes and freed her breasts from the confines of her bra in the process. She tossed a loose fitting cotton tank top over her head and slipped into her casual hi-cut jeans to shut down for the night and chill. She wasn't planning on going out or seeing anyone and so determined comfort was far more desirable than modesty especially in the confines of her own home. She caught her image in the full length mirror in her bedroom as she zipped up the shorts and noticed her ample breasts had the tips of her nipples poking at the fabric, leaving nothing to be imagined. Giving herself a half turn and a leggy pose she did a quick study of her curvature and rounded buttocks. With her golden hair sensuously cascading about her shoulders she looked pretty sexy even if she did say so herself in a country video sort of way. The word slutty came to mind, but she chose not to use it. "If men like a few curves on a woman than I guess I'm their gal" she verbally joked to herself. 

Sitting herself sat down at her computer desk she started the virus program. If she had thought about it, she actually was looking forward to the process and had gotten quite used to the pulsing display that strobed before her eyes. It was almost entertaining now, taking her away from her troubles, relaxing her and washing the stress of the day away. She might even run the program now and then once the virus was finally removed because well, it just felt good. That was her last thought as her mind seemed once again to just ...drift ...away.

The leftovers were quite cold in the microwave when she finally got around to them. But as cold as they were, she found herself hungrily devouring them anyway. She was famished as if her body was preparing for energy for it was going to need later. She glanced back at the time on the microwave and frowned. The digital clock said it was 7:35 pm., far later than it really should be. She had just gotten the last forkful in her mouth when a buzz on the intercom told her she had a visitor. Gulping down the last bite she pressed the button and responded with a "Who is it?" She got a mild surprise upon hearing who it was.

"Hi, its Reggie the computer guy just checking to see how my program was working out."

"Fine ...thanks for asking although you didn't need to come over." She saw no reason to let him in, but after a brief moment of silence, her natural desire to be courteous stepped up and she buzzed the entrance. "Please, come up." I really should thank him in person she thought, just not for long.

Less than a minute later, Reggie was at her door and it was too late as she was opening it to realize that with no bra on, her breasts would be pushing out with clear definition. "Oh well, can't do much now." was her quick thought. The stocky, thirty-something male that stood at her door was unimpressive to say the least and the big shit eating grin on his face took away any appreciation she had for his concern and reminded her just how obnoxious he was just the other day. She could feel her own personal defense growing stronger by the second. Instead of letting him barge in like the last time, she stood her ground at the door. She would be polite, but firm. This was her home after all and she would only invite in those whom she wanted, when she wanted.

"I'll just go in and check your system out, make sure my software is doing its job."

"Thanks for your concern, I really appreciate you coming out here to follow up, but there's really no need, its working well and in fact the whole process should be complete with just another scan or two. Thanks for checking in, but I've got to get back to ..."

He cut her off. "Good to hear, but there's also something I want you to see," he said with quick purpose and began rolling up the sleeve on his left arm, "it's a special tattoo." Foreboding told her not to look down to his forearm, but courtesy and curiosity were stronger. With one brief glance, her legs buckled in vertigo. His next words became a thundering boom running rampant inside her mind. The inked graphic was that of one simple image. "I am ...the Black Diamond ...diamond ...diamond..." Her mouth went slack and she continued to crumple there on the spot. "What the hell is...?" The question came back, but this time there was a connection. 

He grabbed her by the shoulders before she fell completely and helped her stagger to her couch where she fell like a drunk to the seat cushions. He closed and locked her door. "You never know who might walk in." he said with a menacing chuckle. She struggled to raise herself to a seated position and gather her wits as he went to her computer and checked some statistical information. A brief moment later, he came back to her quite pleased and spoke. "Ninety two percent complete. Good girl! You follow instructions well. Not much longer ...my little CockSlut."

Even as she sat, a flush came over her and she could swear her pussy was getting a burning itch. How could one word have such power? CockSlut?

The smile was gone from his face, and a brutal, ugly appearance took its place. He stood before her arms folded, legs shoulder height apart like some demanding mighty Jinn. Laurel knew from here on, he would not be asking her things, but giving orders. And so it was. "Take of your clothes."

Laurel didn't know how she did it, but a small ember of fighting spirit sparked up not yet completely snuffed out by his efforts. She looked him in the eyes almost wincing, but her answer was clear if weak. "No"

She thought she saw confusion and uncertainty fill his expression, but if they did, they were short lived. A smile creased his lips as he spoke. "It looks like you need a little lesson in obedience." And then assuming the voice of a master, one who intended on being obeyed if not eventually worshiped, he gave his next command. "I am Black Diamond and I order you on your knees before me, CockSlut!" If she felt she could resist him before, her defiance now fell like sands through a grate. Her body reacted before her mind was aware and she found herself kneeling before him a mere few feet away. 

"Closer." 

Reluctantly her knees shuffled her nearer. And again he commanded. "Closer still." This time she found herself kneeling erect, her face mere inches from his groin. She couldn't help but feel she was on a runaway train racing towards its inevitable destruction and no chance of getting off.

"Any of my commands will be met with total submission and you will discover that with each surrender of your will to my wishes, your senses, your passion and willingness to please will only heighten. Now, CockSlut, open my zipper" 

Both trembling hands raised to the task requested. She didn't know if this was something she wanted to do or not. It seemed she could no longer control her body. Fingers touched fabric and metal, and she noticed just what he had said, how alive all her senses felt. She could feel the weave of fabric, the thickness of the material, the small sharp edge of the zipper catch and how it's cool metal turned to warmth within seconds between her fingers and thumb tip. As she tugged it down, she could hear each fastener click free and saw the zipper smoothly part open now free of its fastening. She became acutely aware of every sensation whether she wished to or not. But she also noticed that part of her was beginning to look forward to each new experience or revelation.

"CockSlut, take It out." Each time he gave an order, he repeated her trigger word like another rivet being hammered into her collar of submission. He had to make sure there were no further chances of reprisal or regression from his design. With grace and care as if attempting to touch something most delicate, her fingers slipped between the folds of his pants and instantly sensed his body heat. With the first touch of flesh upon her fingertips, she felt almost thrilled at the discovery there were no undergarments and gave a little shiver at the realization she had actually touched ...It. The part of her in control was fascinated, while another part, shut away in an ever receding locked room was shrieking in fear, revulsion and impotence. Her fingers encircled her hidden treasure and she marveled at its warmth, its thickness even when flaccid. With a delicate squeeze she brought it out, showing the gentleness a mother would have removing a blanket from the face of a baby. At this point, there was only one side to her now. When Reggie's cock was totally free, instead of being repulsed by what his penis represented, she couldn't help but admire its shape, its size and perfection. Each rushing pulse of blood caused it to slowly swell in size. Soft yet firm, smooth yet with building veins, it now radiated heat proclaiming itself alive with power. Whatever he had done to her, she couldn't fight the growing desire deep inside her loins, her quickening heart and her increasingly erotic mind.

Reggie nodded in approval. "You are beginning to understand, my CockSlut." Again he reinforced his statements with her trigger. "I am Black Diamond and you are what I have made you. You do and think what I say, because deep inside, you know I am right. The ultimate reason for your new existence is for the sexual pleasure of others. Although in public you may behave like any other woman, when directed, no act of sex will eventually be too degrading, only something that turns you on increasingly more. You may have thought of yourself at one time to be a good girl, just what others such as your parents wanted you to be, but from here on when the opportunity arises, you are just a slut and in truth always have been. That program I wrote and installed on your computer isn't removing a virus; it's inserting one into your brain. A crushing wave of understanding sent her mind reeling. It was too much! Laurel squeezed her eyes shut as if she could withdraw within and close all gates to the outside world, but the whimpering moan that eventually escaped her throat told her only of futility. He was doing this to her and she didn't know how to find it within herself to resist, to fight back.

When her eyes finally opened, Laurel realized she had never let go his cock, but kept it mere inches from her face, unable to defy its attraction. Black Diamond knew what she was thinking. "Magnificent isn't it? This is your new addiction, your service to cocks and their owners above all else. You seek intense pleasure achieved only through sexually pleasing others. You now crave sex in all its forms and as I said, soon the most obscene and lewd acts will only leave you wanting more. Look at yourself; you're behaving like a Pavlovian dog. Even the thought of cock, its musky scent and its touch practically makes you salivate."

It was true. Laurel had unknowingly brought her nose within a fingers breadth of his cock head and caught herself deeply inhaling its tang. Her warm puffing exhalations as she sniffed were causing him to harden even more. She felt an incredible urge to taste it, to feel it in her mouth, to run her tongue over the smooth hardness of its helmeted head, to worship it. A few minutes ago she was struggling to keep herself as she once knew, in this moment she was responding with total willingness and no effort to resist what she now knew to be true. The new Laurel was winning. She wanted to give herself over and like an obedient slave, surrender to the shackles of her bondage. Her conversion was becoming more real with each sex induced thought. She knew he was right, and with willing acceptance came the excited curiosity of where this would all take her and promises of pleasures yet to come. Never before had she given head to anyone, but her eyes closed again and with sensuous motion slowly brought her widening mouth closer, ready to receive its desire. Her tongue came out to pay ultimate homage to his erection, but he pulled her away with a twisted smile.

"Not just yet. It's time for education and with understanding comes further acceptance. What I'm about to tell you, you will know to be the truth. All humans are at their essence, is merely animals. The only essential thing that makes us different is our cognitive intelligence. Take life anywhere down to its most basic core needs. First is the need for food, the root basis of survival. Then comes the need for shelter, which is comfort and safety. What's next? It's the need to procreate and carry on the species. Survival of the one, then survival of the all. These are absolute fundamentals common to all creatures. Now do you want to know the crazy part? Procreation isn't the basic instinct, fucking is. Making babies is just an inevitable result. You have food in your refrigerator; there is a ceiling over your head and a lock on your door. That just leaves your need for sex. Society has always been good at condemning this urge and labeling it as improper and dirty. In our efforts to please our parents, our preachers, our society, we're conditioned to always try being good. Good from what? For the most part, they have been very successful in suppressing this need and limiting it to justify having babies. Yes procreation is part of it, but it's much more than that. A woman's core sexual instinct is to attract a mate. Not a husband, but a sexual partner, someone to breed with. Why do women act feminine? Why do they obsess on clothes, on jewelry, on make-up and hair styles? "Am I getting fat?" "What do you think of Botox?" "Like my new breasts?" It's all a lure in their effort to get fucked. And they all do it instinctively.

Men are generally alpha males. Copulating with as many females as possible insures the survival of the species. The moment of ejaculation deep inside a woman's body is one of the most intense feelings a man can experience because it's his reward for mission accomplished. Cumming in a woman's mouth shows his dominance over her. When she swallows, it's her ultimate acceptance. Cumming on her face or body is like a dog peeing on the bushes to mark his territory. Most everything else is just variations, fetishes and male servitude merely twists and inversions.

Which all leads is to the stark reality as to what you obviously have become. You're a slut, in fact a cockslut. You're not a whore. Whores do it for money. Sluts do it because they're addicted to it.

Laurel's head hung in shame. She realized she couldn't disagree and quietly began to weep. Her mind felt overwhelmed as two completely different behaviors struggled within. "Cheer up! You'll get over it soon. That's just the old you lamenting it's passing. The new you is going to love everything you're about to become."

"But enough!" He turned to other matters at hand. "You promised your fans another show tonight and its time." Panic burst through her melancholy and as a slave would beg her master, she pleaded not to appear again on that website. But wishes went unanswered as he pulled a smart phone from his holster and with a couple of deft key strokes opened her computer to the website camnett.com. He automatically logged her in, just as he had done the previous day. Standing outside of the camera's view, she now saw the portion of her room in front of her computer come up on the monitor. The number count of viewers started at zero, but instantly began climbing faster than the dollar counter on a gasoline pump. She now realized just how many had seen her last sexual act. 

"Now my hot little fuck, my little CockSlut, it's time for your performance. There will be hundreds looking to drop their load after seeing what you're going to do today for them. Tease them first with a seductive little strip dance just to set the mood. Perform like the hottest stripper you could imagine yourself to be. Exposing yourself to all those men is going to get you incredibly turned on, so get started. If you get a little stuck knowing what to do next, I'm sure the messages all those horny men will be sending you will give you lots of good ideas.




The Dildock Virus Ch. 02



With a swift kick of his foot Reggie pushed the chair away in front of the computer and opened up the viewing area for Laurel to dance unhindered. Another few button presses on his smart phone and her computer started blaring out loud suggestive music. With a shove from her tormentor, Laurel was front and center in a camera shot that showed her from below her knees all the way up. 

"Dance for your fans, CockSlut and don't forget to look at your messages. I'll give you two songs to show them what you've got." 

She froze on the spot and the look on her face was that of the deer in the headlights. Reggie again barked at her to dance and Laurel couldn't help herself from beginning. It started off as a slow shifting rock from foot to foot but soon began to build into something else. A door in her mind was again being closed to the young woman she once was and the new Laurel was stepping to the forefront and taking control. She closed her eyes and her hips and shoulders were soon swaying to the pulsating beat. She felt herself surrendering to the rhythm. Perhaps she thought if she just let the music take over, she could lose herself in it and then even if for a moment, she could escape, losing all responsibility. She had to admit though, it did feel good. She focused on what Reggie had said as she increasing gyrated to the beat, and soon Laurel found herself imagining herself as an exotic dancer. And if she was, just how would she move to allure men, to turn them on, to want her. When she opened her eyes again, she caught the small image of herself dancing on her monitor. "God, I look good! Definitely have some sexy moves happening. Reggie is right; it's all instinct." she thought. The camera did a slow zoom to her face from her body and caught her sexy eyes and a mischievous smile. She looked to where it told her the number of viewers she had, and got a little rush when she realized over 1080 people were watching her performance. Wow! ...and so early! Some men must have been telling their friends about her! Then she bent down a little closer to the screen, revealing her hanging cleavage in the process as she read some of the scrolling messages of those she now regarded as her fans.

A little chuckle escaped her lips as she read their requests. No surprises here. "You're such naughty boys!" she chided and stripped off her tank top tossing it to the ground, making more than one watcher happy. Her breasts, bobbing completely free of concealment. gave perky little bounces showing everyone her outstanding cone shape breasts, oversized nipples and slight upturn. As reasonably large as they were, they defied gravity and dared anyone watching not to want to suckle them. She got more into the dance, rolling her head dreamily from side to side which sent cascading hair in all directions. Every now in then she casually cocked her eye to the message board to judge her success in driving the men wild. She was now looking forward to obeying all their requests, in due time of course. She undulated her hips and tummy like a belly dancer, undid her belt and loosened the top of her short cut offs. She thrust her chest forward and ran her hands through her hair. A few more sways of her hips and her jeans were barely clinging to her hips before a quick little shake dropped them all the way to the floor. The camera was sharp and clear and viewers had eyes glued to their monitors to make out the outline of her puffy mound within her white cotton panties. The camera zoomed in for a better look.

Seventeen hundred viewers! Messages were fast and furious. As a reward for her performance thus far, Reggie popped up a few profile windows of jerking cock close-ups that men were begging to show her. Laurel closed her eyes and gave a quick shudder. She was imagining all those viewers crowded together in some old and dirty wrestling arena, all eyes focused on her, bathed in a pool of light as the star attraction and wanting to 'do it' with her. Each was busy with their hands stroking themselves. She almost wet herself. How incredible it felt. Never before would she have thought such a thing, but at that moment she couldn't imagine doing anything more exhilarating. She was alive and she was giving these men, regardless of who they were, how they looked, how old they were or how many there were, what they wanted most, a piece of her.

The camera pulled out as she turned around and while bending over she began removing her last piece of clothing, her panties. The curvature of her body, the slightly parted globes of her rounded ass, the shapeliness of her legs positioned together as she teased it finally down were surely sending howls of lust into the air whatever bedroom or den she was being watched in. She gradually turned around while massaging hands went from shapely breasts to inner and outer thighs. Her fingers then found their way to her plump trimmed mound and moist slit. As the camera zoomed in, she parted her vaginal lips slightly to demonstrate to all its puffy, glistening receptiveness.

"Yeah baby! Spread it."

"Where do you live?"

"Finger yourself you slut" another viewer messaged.

"Shit! I blew my load already!"

She ran her middle finger up and down her ridge to get it slick before she slid it inside herself to the second knuckle. She shivered and she thought anyone of the now nineteen hundred subscribers watching could be doing that to her, invading her with their hands, their tongues, or who knows with what else. Laurel was a natural; she needed no practice to become the perfect tease.

"Suck your finger"

"Baby open my profile! I've got somethin' for ya!"

"Turn around! Show me that ass again! I'm just about there!"

"Taste yourself!" There was no shortage of suggestions of what she could do next.

But Reggie had other plans. He had stripped off all his clothes already and was getting just too horny to stay out of the action. He ordered her to lean over the chair and grab its arms giving the viewers an incredible side profile that highlighted her curvature and wonderful hanging breasts. He positioned himself behind her. In one shove he drove his thick steel-like shank deep inside. Although she had intercourse only once before, she was so wet and receptive there was no pain. All she felt was intense pleasure as her pussy welcomed its invader with clutching muscles. Her head rolled back and she gave a throaty groan. He ordered her to remain looking at the camera while with increasing speed he pumped himself in and out. Onlookers seeing her spaced out look knew just how turned on she was. She was getting fucked and the bitch loved it! On the monitor, images of dozens of cocks were already exploding, their owners all wishing they were the one driving it into the beautiful twenty one year old.

Reggie pace soon reached its maximum and the slapping of his belly on her fleshy ass tapped a staccato beat that made her breasts jiggle in unison. Reggie's thoughts were farthest from what the viewers might like and only on getting himself off. He had her dismount and as he lay back in the chair, backrest partially down, told Laurel to face him and mount. Her feet quickly stepped up onto the chair straddling Reggie and lowered herself down on her haunches. She grabbed his juiced pulsing cock and inserted it back into her pussy with an impatience that underlined her intense need to feel it stuffed deep inside where it belonged. Minutes before he was a monster, unattractive and unimpressive. Now, it didn't matter, only the feeling in belly did. Hunched over her stallion, thighs and ass tight in explosive frenetic action, she began to ride him hard like a demon obsessed jockey trying to make it first to the finish line. She jack hammered her tightly stretched pussy up and down over his shaft from having only the head inside to all out consumption where not a millimeter of cock could enter further. Groin against groin, the loud flesh smacking sounds were profound. Her pussy grabbed his cock with each entry and her outer lips clung like lovers arms with each retreat. There was no sensuality in her actions. Her hunched backside taunt and glistening showed to the internet world only a raw, base sexual act that would not finish without mind blowing climax. Reggie's hands clutched the arm rests fast for support. It was obvious to all that the action they were witnessing was Laurels alone.

"Give it her! She fucking has to have it!"

"Bang that bitch!" comments from the watchers came in streams. The message window was a constant scroll.

"Treat her like the whore she is!"

"Look at her! The fucking slut can't get enough!"

After several minutes, Reggie wheeled the chair around to show a side profile of his lust filled mount. Her grabbed her tits like the handle bars of a bike and pulled them taunt to the sides. Laurel only grunted. Eyes closed shut in lust; her body was stiff like a steel spring in action. Any pain she may have felt from his mauling or her straining legs only heightened her frenzy and she redoubled her efforts to get his seed inside her before her inevitable collapse. Her whole body was now coated with a sheen of perspiration and stands of sweat matted hair flailed her shoulders as she pistoned even harder on Reggie's groin. He knew he couldn't last much longer. This bitch was incredible with no let up. "Fuck I make great sluts" he thought to himself.

The chair gradually turned from the onslaught to show her backside again and the camera zoomed into a close-up of her pounding ass and cock swallowing pussy. Reggie started grunting uncontrollably and she could feel his groin lifting off the seat. Laurel knew the moment of her reward was near. With incredible timing, she slammed down hard one final time, meeting his up thrust as seed splashed deep inside her like a burst dam. He couldn't have been implanted inside her any deeper. Reggie had big balls and wave after wave of ejaculate sprayed from his twitching cock. She herself was caught up in a whirlwind of an orgasm so intense her choking groan and body shudders racked her spasming body seemingly minutes on end. Viewers had stopped messaging only to give full attention to their own climax. What they saw was incredible! This beauty, this young woman so seemingly untouchable on the street, was impaled deep on this man's cock and the combined juices of their fucking was practically spurting in pressured sprays from around the tight fit of their union. If ever there was an act of pure sex, this surely was it.

When she finally came down from her transcendental high, in heaving breaths she turned around to view the monitor. The camera zoomed in from her crouched body to a close up of her sweaty, glazed and panting face. Over four thousand watchers had witnessed her debasement. As she slowly dismounted, muscles threatening to collapse from their efforts, several new popup profiles loaded on her screen showing close-ups of yet more men in their frenzied finishing stages of getting off while the thought of what they just witnessed was still emblazoned in their minds. With a click of his smart phone, Reggie closed the website, grabbed her tank top from the floor and wiped himself off before starting to slowly get dressed. She felt the cooling sweat on her body and the mix of their juices running down her legs like pee. Before her legs gave out completely she slumped into the chair. Laurel looked over to where Reggie was slipping first one leg and then the other into his pants, and couldn't help but see Reggie for what he really was, a crude chunky pot-bellied man with hair starting to thin. But just minutes before he was her total partner in the most obscene act she have ever possibly have participated in. What had she done? Or rather, what had he done to her?

"Why...?" She was pleading for an answer. "Why did you do this to me?"

Reggie actually took a moment to reflect as he buttoned up his shirt before giving his answer. "You contacted me. Not the other way around. Remember that. Nothing personal, I just needed to test out new algorithms for my program and you fit the bill. If you think I did this to ruin your life. I didn't. In fact, I've only changed it for the better. What you are is all you. I only brought this side of you to the forefront and enhanced it. I took away all the pressures and guilt society placed on you. Admit it. Never before did you felt so alive. Never have you felt such emotion, such a rush." He was just finishing tucking his shirt into his pants when he commented further. "Get used to it. This is the new you, and you're gonna love it. Not that it wasn't fun for me, but fucking you wasn't the reason for all of this. You were just part of the fine tuning process. I've got bigger fish to fry than you. By the way, how do you like my name for the virus? Whether it's a dildo or a cock, anything stuffed inside feels great, ..huh!" He chuckled at his own musings. Reggie was now fully dressed and about to close the door, but before he departed he had one last thing to say. "Some day when you're in a room full of men with a cock shoved into every hole, remember to thank me for your ...liberation." And with that, the latch clicked shut.

Sitting, slumped and sticky in the same chair on which she just had the most incredible sex, Laurel turned to look at her computer desktop screen and at the icon of the program that had caused all this. Just staring, nothing else, her eyes started to well up and she began to sniffle. "What ...am I becoming? ...What have I become?" She gave herself a moment to sob in self pity. The program then became the target of her conversation. "I must never use you again. You did this to me. Where is the life I knew? What have you done? It has to stop!" She gave a brief pause in her reflection. "...But you've also given me pleasure I've never known, made me feel desired, wanted ...and made me feel really alive for the first time since I can remember. I know I should do, but right now what I really need most is for you to take me there once more." Before she could convince herself otherwise, a part of her brain double clicked on the icon. And like the calm expectant moment an addict may experience once the drug is injected and now rushing to the brain, she waited. "...Maybe this one last time ...then I'll give it up...." More quickly and more receptive than ever before, her mind settled into the familiar rhythmic pattern of colors and flashes. As her attention drifted away from the worries of the world and into her all absorbing task, she had just one more fleeting thought. "I think I'll stop when I get to 100%. I mean ...that's a perfect score isn't it?" But for right now, she had to concentrate...



The Dildock Virus Ch. 03



The next working day was coming to a close for Laurel as she brushed a few wisps of stray blonde hair from her face. Most of her long locks were tied back in a pony tail as per company rules. Concentrating on work was useless. Her thoughts were in total distraction from the events of the previous night. No memories lay buried out of harms reach, locked within her subconscious this time, although she wished they were. Every moment of her incredulous internet sex session was forefront in her mind. And with a man she had instantly disliked, then despised, but ultimately, willingly obeyed. Reggie, she now knew to be the Black Diamond, had not only reprogrammed her computer, but her very life in the process. She was scared like no other time in her twenty one years of life! The way she behaved yesterday was just not like her. That wasn't the way she was raised. What if she couldn't change back? Even more frightening, what if she discovered she really didn't want to? Just thinking about the details of the last evening made her feel wet down there! Thankfully none of the men on her shift acted any differently towards her which gave at least some hope her latest display of depravity would slide past unscathed. As soon as I get home, she swore, I'm smashing that computer before I change my mind, so afraid she was of heading down a path of no return. Laurel was never one to swear or think bad of others, but under her breath more than once she muttered "God Damn that Dildock Virus!" She felt she desperately needed a shower as if a thorough cleansing her skin could do the same for the filth within.

About five minutes left before the end of shift, her eyes caught the old repair technician Frank tucked away in a corner just leaning against the wall. Arms folded, he made no attempt to hide the fact he was just staring at her. And was that a smug grin on his face or not? She couldn't tell for sure, but Laurel tried not to look obvious in her discovery and made a point to pretend he wasn't there. The man was a creep. With his heavy eastern European accent he was sometimes hard to understand. Frank must be somewhere in his sixties she thought, swarthy complexioned, and tall and lean for his age. His greasy almost black hair was always combed back. His piercing deep set eyes looked lecherous when he peered down over his hawk shaped nose, and he always appeared to sport a couple days growth of stubble no matter what day you saw him. 

Laurel always tried to wear baggy, unflattering work clothes as she never wanted to be seen as anything but a co-worker to the rest of her shift workers, but Frank saw her through different eyes. That Laurel bitch, she can't fool me! Now there's a real fucking sexy woman there! Any excuse he had to follow behind her up as flight of stairs, he would keep close, just a few steps back so as to be eye level with her wonderful ass. As he watched it move, he would sniff the air behind her like a horny dog. He kept to himself which was best because his mind was forever obsessing about sex. He knew without a doubt he would fuck anything with a pussy given the chance, and had a past to prove it. He usually paid for sex, but now and then when he did find someone he could manipulate into fucking him, no affection or care was given. ...Why? They were just meat after all. He knew only lust and a selfish need to get himself off. Other than that he really had no use for relationships, especially those with women. And now, looking at Laurel, he was imagining her naked body with those shapely curves, tits he wanted to squeeze and suck, and a plump ass and young pussy he would devour before ultimately fucking without mercy.

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

The buzzer sounded, calling an end to the day for her shift and as the rest of the workers filed out, Laurel quickly went about her task of doing final checks on the line and completing her report. It did not go past her notice that Frank was still there, still waiting. Finally finished, she hurried to the common locker area acting as if she was in a hurry and had no time to talk to anyone. Collecting her gear from her locker, she noticed the flashing missed call indicator on her cell phone in its clip holder attached to her purse strap. Checking the number, it was as she thought, her mother hadn't heard from her and was checking up. She knew she should have gotten in touch yesterday, but obviously, things got away on her. She promised herself she'd call as soon as she got home and grabbed her purse. Deep in her thoughts as she left the locker area, the sound of Franks voice behind her made her jump.

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

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

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

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

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



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

As the door opened, he flicked a light switch and a dim overhead incandescent bathed the room in the glow of soft yellow light. The pronounced click the door made as he closed it behind them seemed ominous. How could he call this an office Laurel thought as she peered around? "You can hang your purse up on that." Frank said gesturing to a hook near the door. "The cleaners haven't been in for a while and I wouldn't want it getting dirty on the floor." Dirty? Thought Laurel, it was clear no leaning staff had stepped inside these walls for over a decade! Everything looked like a picture from another time. To the right an unlit florescent lamp hung low over a large stout wooden worktable with tools lining the pegboard at its back. Directly ahead was a good sized metal desk with a couple of chairs around it, barren except for a table lamp and a laptop computer. Off to the side, beside an open but totally dark room with who know what inside was someone's discarded sofa, oversized with dirty worn cushions. Looking further around the dingy room, she noticed odd machine parts of various sizes lining the walls between scattered metal cabinets in random fashion. And everywhere there was possible space on the walls, yellowed pin up girls cut out from old and forgotten newspapers and magazines were pasted or taped. It was a world of Frank's creation and as long as he had the uncanny ability to keep every old relic of machinery running on with hardly any investment, his eccentricity and exclusive domain over his quarters was overlooked by management. Besides, every now and then as he needed to work through the wee hours so that production could carry on without delay, a couch in one's workspace certainly was understandable.

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

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

"Yes ...very interesting..." he murmured just as the disk finished loading and a video player popped up. Within two seconds, Laurels world fell from under her as the web cam capture of last night came up on the screen sharp in detail and very well lit. And he had caught it all! There she was sexily swaying to a driving beat dressed in her tank top and cut off jeans. All too well she knew what was going to happen next and quickly reached for the mouse to stop any further display. But Frank's hand was quicker and prevented her by placing his hand over hers. "Wait!" He said. She sat still, frozen like a waxen figure. A slight trembling caused by her pounding heart the only sign of life. He leaned in even closer over her shoulder, near enough she could feel his warm breath puffing on the hairs of her neck. His next words were slow, deliberate and practically whispered in her ear. "It gets better."

The next minutes that passed seemed like eternity as Laurel watched herself on the laptop strip off piece after piece clothing to music she could only imagine suitable for strippers, during which Frank's hand travelled slowly up her forearm. His eyes weren't on the screen. He had already seen it many times. From his perfect vantage point, he was focused right down the center her enticing cleavage. Hmm... she has not fought me so far... probably scared shitless. That was very good he thought. On the screen as he glanced up, she was now wiggling her ass to let underpants fall. He loved that part. Looking back down to the object of his desire, it was now time to press on and he raised his hand to rest on her upper arm, holding it gently, but firm.

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

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

"...or what if... they all found out together and caught you in the locker room..." Her involuntary shudder which made him smile. "I have heard of these ...gang rapes. Quite frightening, don't you think?" He gave that last thought a moment to fully sink in. "But" his voice then took on a lighter tone, "this doesn't need to happen ...This video doesn't need to go anywhere else. It can be our little secret, trust me. ...You know, just like you, I have a bit of free spirit in me too! I like to have a little fun now and then. What's the harm as long as things are kept quiet ...yes?" How many times had he used the same approach on others, only to lead them down a very dark path? He had made it an art of breaking and remaking promises over and over and over again until he got everything he wanted out of them, everything. This one was no different, only a far nicer catch and he had such excellent bait.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Calmly he continued. "Undo your shirt please. Right now I would just like to look at you." Frank knew from experience how to get what he wanted. To cook a live lobster without a struggle, you simply turn up the heat slowly. Next would come the compliments. He waited for the third button of her gray-blue top to come undone, starting to reveal her flesh toned bra before he encouraged her further. "Yes. How lovely. ...now take if off." His erection was starting to strain against the inside of his pants, but like a good angler, he knew when not to rush, you needed to wear the fish down first if you wished to see it flopping helplessly on the sand. "You are so beautiful." With her shirt was now off and discarded on the desk, her arms dropped limp against her sides. Controlling his building excitement he continued. "And now that bra darling, I must see those wonderful breasts of yours."

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

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

Kicking off her low cut work shoes, she opened her belt, undid her pants and bending over, removed them leg at a time before also removing her socks. Franks eyes were wide in appreciation. Just look at the way those breasts hang! And those meaty legs! The pile of clothing on the desk grew before she finally stood before him naked except for her panties. Her mind held a small prayer. Perhaps now he would be satisfied. Frank was smiling! "Darling, you are perfection." His eyes cast themselves over every inch of her heavenly body like a judge at an animal show. That innocent face trying to shape a smile and framed by golden cascading hair, those stupendous tits, the curve of her hips, her little tummy and dancer like legs needed a moment to be admired. Laurel should have known better then to hope he was done with her. His voice was flat. "Remove your underpants."




The Dildock Virus Ch. 03



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

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

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

It wasn't long before he feasted like a starved infant hungry for the taste of its mother. Laurel now knew much more would be asked of her before he was finished. His other hand came up to maul her other breast as he continued sucking voraciously. If there had been a fly was on the wall, it would have been witness to the bizarre oddity of this naked young woman, beautiful in spirit and in flesh, passively standing erect in this dingy, dirty room as a grizzled old man hunched over her, feasting like an ancient vampire on her supple flesh. Turning his head to attack the other, he noticed her nipples standing fully erect. From fear or from stimulation, the effect on him was always the same. It pleased him. Her flesh was deliciously firm and smartly rebounded each time he pulled his sucking mouth off to find another area of contact. His cock had tented inside his pants, but before he would release it, he wanted to do one more thing.

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

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

With a little grunt, her breath stopped for nearly half a minute before a gasp finally surged air back in. Such an act of perversity! But oh so erotic! There was no denying the ripples of pleasure radiating throughout her entire body. Why did she never allow this before? It was incredible! And it wasn't too long under such an onslaught before she unconsciously began to gently thrust her hips at Franks face in an effort to extract even more pleasure from his obviously gifted mouth. Another moment later as Frank pulled back to catch his own breath, he saw creamy lubrication oozing slowly out her parted and very receptive slit. This soon, he questioned and the bitch is ready? He wasted no more time. His cock had endured captivity long enough and without further delay his belt was loose, his work boots kicked off and his pants down and thrown to the side. Laurels eyes widened as she noticed the huge distention in his underwear. He made a point of studying her face as he rid himself of his last piece of clothing. 

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

"Fair is fair. It's my turn now!" He motioned her to her knees in front of him. It was time to ramp up his authority, but not so much as to be careless. He still needed to be mindful of Laurels state of mind so as to manage the possibility of total panic which could lead to revolt. He didn't need another one getting out of control. Not in this country. He looked domineeringly down at her as she acquiesced to his gesture. The game would now be played at a higher level. He would now be the master, and she, just new meat. "How much cock have you sucked? Her eyes never left his as she shook her head no. It keeps getting better Frank thought to himself before continuing. "You will learn to suck this good. Yes? I tell you what to do and you will ...obey. Now grab it like a child holding a melting ice cream cone and lick it all over. We start there."

Laurel, kneeling mutely before him, found herself inches from this enormous beast. Although bizarre in appearance, she couldn't help but feel drawn to its presence, and the power it possessed. When she grasped it in her hand for the first time, she could feel its heat and the pulsing ridges of its veins. Then she realized it. For the first time in her life she was going to be putting a man's cock in her mouth. She didn't miss the irony that she had been saving such things for someone more her age that one day she would hope to marry. Now the first cock she would suck would be this weird looking thing belonging to a crazy obscene old bastard. She had only seen two penises in real life before this day, and while this one's size and shape would repulse many women, she found herself... wanting it. 

"Now!" Franks impatience belied a concern for what her hesitation might mean. He had to nip any notion of disobedience in the bud. "Do it now!" Her left hand reached up and curled its fingers around his base, not quite sure how tightly to hold it. Her head moved forward and almost as if time slowed for Laurel, her tongue made first contact with a penis as she gave a slow long lick up the shaft. Ridged yet soft, smooth yet bumpy, she took another lick and then another. She was trying to decide if it was something she would want to do or not. But, each following lick only made her think increasingly of how much she did like it. What had started as stiff explorative attempts, soon became meaningful creative stokes that danced not only over his entire shaft and head, but eventually travelled down to caress his ball sack with loving attention. She was a fucking natural! Frank couldn't help but show his smug satisfaction as he looked down upon this blond beauty kneeling before him, paying such exquisite homage to his cock. How quickly was this one learning! A voice inside spoke to his state of mind. Yes, my love, soon you will be pleasing me in many ways you only glimpsed of in nightmares. Very soon...

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

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

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

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

Laurel knew what was coming as she hoisted herself back on the desktop near the edge and splayed her legs. Why she was so compliant? She knew that this scary old man was about to insert that odd creature of his into her most intimate part, and she wasn't even freaking! In fact, she seemed almost ...ready. Could she ever say no again? He moved in closer with his ridged dick spiking in the air and out thrust jaw almost challenging any question of his supremacy. This was always an important moment of mastery for Frank. Almost never does one get a chance to fuck someone like her. Rich young handsome assholes that never knew hardship, those are the pricks that as if by God given right get to fuck young things such as this! And with these bitches, you so much as smile at the cunts and they press charges. But not today! Fuck them! Fuck them all! Today it was going to be him, Frank, poking her pussy. Now she would know how a real man fucks! He placed his cock head to her opening and pushed in looking intently at her face as he did. He always studied their expression the first time he invaded them. A conceited pleasure made him smile as he watched her eyes squint and mouth oval. She gave an odd grunting sound as he pushed it in so deep that it seemed it impossible to go further. With their groins tightly pressed together, he spoke to her with a half snarl, "Like I told you, fun." He was in so far that she never thought anything could go that deep! This perverted, horrible old man, leering, had his cock entirely inside her. And she, with her legs spread far apart, felt... wonderfully full!

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

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

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

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

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

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

He slid up on the couch close behind her, his lecherous old frame ready to once again envelop her, despoiling her perfect youth. Inhaling deeply, Frank drank in that glorious smell of sex that drove his engorged cock twitching to mount her yet again. With an involuntary gasp she felt him sliding back in. This should feel so wrong! Where was the sense of violation, her humiliation and repulsion for such a disgusting man? Where was her outrage for his attack on her most intimate self? And where was that trusted voice within, the one that saw her safely through her life up to now and only recently abandoned her? Was it gone? Should she weep? All she felt now was the exquisite sensation that was coursing through her entire body with each thrust and craved only more! In her twisted new way of thinking, she realized it didn't matter which man was fucking her, whether he was cruel or kind, young or old, ugly or handsome, it was the fact was they all had cocks. That's all that mattered. 

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

Frank removed his hands from her hips to grab her golden mane like the reins of a filly ready to be broken hard. This one was too easy! No fight in this one! She was completely his, and with a cruel sneer she couldn't see, Frank declared it was now time to bring this bitch home! "Ahhhhh!" he grunted! Absolutely the best! These fucking American women are such cheap sluts once mastered. But this one is so much better than the trash I pay for! Yes Frank had paid for many ladies of the night over his years in the States, but never used the same girl twice. He knew better than to ask. And he always made it a point to go out of state for his more "exotic" tastes. But this one, he swore as his eyes rolled up in distant reflection, ...I will use again and again and again...

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

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

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

"...I am a Cockslut! Your Cockslut! ...your Cockslut!" Part of her brain snapped in realization of what she had just done! My God! Astonishingly, she was using her own trigger word on herself! It wasn't the computer, or someone else transforming her into a sex addicted mess this time! Through that key word, she was actually programming herself! And immediately like opiate hitting her brain, her mind opened up, drowning with the incredible oncoming rush. Her grinding against him intensified into absolute frenzy. Each press of his cockhead against her cervix, each ounce of friction against her vaginal wall, each scrub of his pubic hair against her ass and each pounding slap of that huge ball sack against her clit, spoke of ultimate joy! She had given total surrender to her new mindless mantra! ...cockslut...cockslut...cockslut...cockslut...

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

Franks eyes hardened and his face turned sinister. Remembering always led to that one night, the reason he had to flee almost overnight from all those bastards who vilified him and sought his destruction. Yes! There were other close calls, but not like that one. Unnoticed by him, his thrusts obtained a new level of savagery, driving and unrelenting. He was building to his climax. In his thoughts, Frank was ready to roar his defiant answer to all his enemies, the injustice against him and his narrow escape. Only to wind up in this stinking fucking country with this stinking fucking job! His answer would be in his seed pumping into this fucking whore! By God! He hoped she was fertile so another bastard child of his would be walking this earth. The ramblings of his mind finally found voice with mutterings under his breath. "Fuck you! Fuck you all! ...Bastards! Pricks! ...I shit on all of you! ...Just you wait!..."




The Dildock Virus Ch. 03



Laurel, lost in her own world of fantasy, heard nothing! She was even closer to her own ultimate ecstasy. Again an innate fantasy to be exposed to others at the moment of release had consumed her. This time as clear as it was real, she is on her knees, face pressed against dirty flattened cardboard on a cold sidewalk in some skid row back alley. She is being fucked from behind by some tramp as others jeer him on, waiting for their turn. She turns her head seeing all the damaged misfits of society swelling in numbers around her. The old, the wretched, the unclean, all the castoffs are pulling down their pants, and priming their greasy unwashed cocks as they impatiently wait. As her face is rubbed along the ground with each shove, a particularly disgusting rummy is staggering to her face already half naked from the waist down and lifts her up onto her arms as he kneels, bringing his oily cock closer and closer to her mouth for her to suck on. The smell is overwhelming, but surprisingly, it only stimulates her more as she opens her mouth in acceptance and now willing anticipation.

The orgasm which ripped through Laurel was without compare! Her whole body trembled then shook in violent convulsions. The building clamor of alarms, passion, disgust and joy all turned into a full roar inside her head! Despite her vagina gripping it's invader in almost a death grip with contractions, her juices sprayed back with such force and volume that Frank thought she was pissing on him! He snapped out of his own lustful daydream to quickly realize the bitch was coming. But instead of spurring him on to his own climax, he was irritated she came first without him and distracted him away from his own depraved, lust obsessed moment. He pulled out just as Laurel was in her final thrashings. He now had something else in mind to do with her. He had intended to bury his seed so deep into this slut she would know what it's like to be bred by a bull, but now she needed to know it was only him that mattered. He was going to make her drink it! If she fucking cums like pee, wait till she sees mine when I cum! Roughly shoving her hips off the couch to the floor, he sat down with his dripping cock fully erect and growled his order to the dazed young woman. "Finish me off slut! I'll teach you about cumming!"

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

God she was good! Almost all of it was entirely inside her face! Frank only judged women by how they made his dick feel, and this one was fantastic! He relaxed his grip on her head when he saw she was continuing on her own. He looked at the sexy, curvy young woman, strands of her sweaty blonde hair matted against her shoulders, the rest of her golden locks bouncing with her effort. He felt her timed breath huffing against his pubic hairs. It exulted him to think it was between his old legs that this wonton young American bitch was getting off as well... on his cock! Oh fuck! Yes, that delicious tingle was back! It would only be seconds now! In a move that surprised Laurel, the total might of his hands pushed her head completely down, impaling himself deep inside. Her nose mashed into his pelvis while he started bucking with quick controlled thrusts. Laurel, frantic now, tried to push away with both hands against his belly and release herself from his bizarre choke hold. "Oh no you don't little bitch! You will swallow it all!" His cock then began twitching like some alien invader laying its seed deep within its helpless victim. Spray after spray she felt it entering her. He was cumming so far down her throat; she was helpless to do anything but experience it. Her unfocused eyes began to water as she struggled to breathe. Staying alive now became the most important thing. And still he kept cumming. When tears began rolling down her face, he exulted in it. He always loved it when he made them cry. Her hands became fists as she pounded on his chest, desperate to let her go. The futility of her attempt was laughable. Her face was turning from bright red to purple and the sound of a rapidly pounding trip hammer began banging louder and louder in her skull. Then... finally, he was done.

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

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

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

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

"Ok, enough. Get off." Yet still she continued in her efforts to bring him back to full erection. "Bitch! I said enough! Get off now!" Again she acted as if she hadn't heard his demand. Is she stupid all of a sudden? Quickly he raised his right hand to give a good swift cuff to her head. Some things it seems the cunt still needs to learn! But before he could deliver his blow, with the speed of a cat pouncing on an escaping mouse, her hand reached over and clutched his balls in a firm grip. Her nails dug dangerously into his scrotum like sharp claws, capable of execution on quick notice. At the same time her eyes flashed up to meet his, piercing and feral. He instantly got the message. Any wrongful act on his part and he would be missing a nut sack and half his length. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm going to pump so much cum down your gizzard you'll drown bitch!" He was thrusting now in short frenetic strokes. "Your life is now a nightmare, you cunt!" On and on the diatribe continued until abruptly his head snapped back and he bellowed a final roar of fierce primal triumph. "Arrrghh!!" Spray hit the back of her throat like a rapidly firing water pistol. This time she was determined to taste it and felt her cheeks quickly filling, and then, stretching taunt. But the taste! Oh god it was good! So good! Without even one hand touching herself, she was orgasming again! Her throat shrilled in high vibration! Jet after jet after jet! Soon her mouth was so full she had to start swallowing or drown. Being as full as her mouth was, some couldn't help but squirt out the sides of her perfect seal with his cock as she did so. It took several gulps to feel any control. Laurel was now at the peak of her climax and Frank saw her eyes roll back into her head and her eyelids flutter. After it was over, she finally released him, gasping for air, and he saw sperm still pooling inside her slackened mouth. Then, after another swallow she began to lick her tongue around the outside of her mouth like that small child trying to catch the last trace of delicious ice cream now that there was no more to enjoy.

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

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

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

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

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



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The Dildock Virus



"Turn around"

"Oh my God!"

"What a slut!"

"Show your ass."

"Squirt baby!"

"Suck your tits"

"Ass please"

Black Diamond made a request and she immediately obeyed. "Turn around for a minute and spread you ass cheeks for us."

She got up and turning around, kneeled on the chair and parted her ass cheeks wide as if for some bizarre medical inspection. Her rosebud, so private, so intimate, was exposed for everyone to study. When she glanced back over her shoulder at the monitor she realized the camera had zoomed in incredibly tight. Nothing was left to the imagination. As the image slowly pulled out showing her pussy she realized in dismay she was practically dripping juice as turned on as she was being such an exhibitionistic naughty girl. Maybe she really was a slut. Was it then she gave in? Her moral voice went silent and the passion of the moment was the only thing to live for. There was no time to think of consequences, only pleasure in the now. She now had an intense need for anyone or anything to enter her, penetrate her, make love no fuck her. She wasn't the only one who knew what she so obscenely craved.

She turned around and sat back down to read the comments on the screen. She wanted to know that she was turning them all on, what they wanted her to do and what they wanted to do to her.

In the sea of texts, a message from Black Diamond jumped out to be read. It was blunt, direct and immediately sounded like a great idea. "Go fuck yourself with a banana."

Her eyes went to the fruit she purchased just earlier that day. She looked at the bunch of firm bananas lying on the table. How did he know? She felt so horny anything inside her would be wonderful. She broke off the biggest and leaned back in her chair for the next step in her debasement. The voice of inner warning had been gone for some time, swept away in the whirlwind of new found passions and emotional servitude. She looked at her image smiling sexily at the camera as she first ran the banana around her moist lips; getting it lubricated before increasingly deeper thrusts drove it home. Her thick cream started to coat the glistening fruit and build at the entrance to her pussy as she repeatedly pushed it in for another assault on any remaining modesty she had possibly possessed.

Her watchers were reduced to animals, howling, jeering, amazed at the spectacle they were witnessing. She stopped her thrusting for a moment to give everyone a clear view of the remaining quarter of fruit peering out, her slick vaginal lips hugging it tightly as she tapped it firmly with her fingers to show how planted it was inside. This time she welcomed the close up. She wanted to be the star. Without her even controlling it, small window after window after window started filling up her computer screen with masturbating cock after cock stoking to her exhibitionist show. She was being called a slut, a whore, a horny cunt and she was truly getting off on it. Hundreds of men, wanting her, wishing they were there fucking her, wanting to maul her tits, thrust their tongues in her mouth, grab her hips or pull her hair like the reigns of horse as they drove themselves as deep as they could into her. She could imagine herself pushing back, feeling so tight and used. As each viewer shot his load, semen spraying, another cam of some fat bellied man or skinny naked youth would pop up in its place to take his turn as her virtual lover. Her breath came in shallow pants as she waited for all their seed. She wanted to be bred by any one of those stiff, stoking erections she saw up on the screen. But it was Black Diamond's she wanted most. She could actually feel his mushroomed head splitting her lips, his shaft stretching her as it pushed inside, and like a hot steel bar relentlessly drive deeper and deeper, no mercy asked for, no mercy given. She felt every ridge, every pulsing vein. She was the animal in heat, waiting for the moment she would receive his seed, to complete the act, the only reason for being.

Eight hundred and twenty two viewers! With each new watcher she was getting more and more turned on. Lauren didn't know how much more she could stand. She imagined herself in some dim old, seedy theater house performing sex acts on a stained mattress casually thrown on the floor, completely surrounded by rows upon rows of naked men. It didn't matter who, how old or what they looked like, just that they all were all going to get their turn in using her. She was fucking the banana as fast as she could now. The camera panned and zoomed in and out all over her entire body from her glazed grunting face to her bouncing titties with their stiff nipples down to her vagina slick with discharge around her lips as the dildo of choice repeated its pounding rhythm.

She looked back at the cam of Black Diamond hoping he was as aroused as she, and gave an exquisite shudder to see his frenzied stroking. Laurel so wanted for them to get off together, to be one. No longer was there any voice of resistance calling her back to who she once was. Her eyes closed, she was in the moment. She wasn't just surrendering to her new self, she was embracing it. All the guilt, shame and pressures of society were gone in this liberation of primal need and rapture. She exulted in the knowledge there were now over one thousand men watching her, participating in her passion, wanting to ravage her, bury themselves inside her and pump their seed deep into her fertile womb.

Her eyes opened up to see load after load of jism spray like a river from the cock of Black Diamond. She began with a low moan that quickly rose to a high shrill. Laurel was experiencing her first orgasm ever, consuming her entire body. With three final rapid thrusts of the banana shoving deeper inside her than she would have ever dared, her body jerked convulsively like a puppet on strings and quickly she pulled it out, spraying juice in all directions. At first she thought she was peeing from her open gash. Never had she felt anything so intense and never had she felt such raw unbridled lust.

And then as quickly as it peaked, it was over. Viewer on over eleven hundred internet screens around the world watched this naked, stunning twenty one year old, glistening with sweat, her breasts heaving in rapid breaths, finally touch back on the ground. The endless stream of taunts, requests and rude compliments had stopped so in awe were they of what they just witnessed. My God! None had ever seen something that intense before. So incredibly hot. So fucking sexy! 

And then began again the swell of appreciation.

"Oh my God!"

"Never seen anything like that!"

"What a slut! Did you guys see that?! Holy Shit darling!"

"You made me explode big time baby! Wanna lick it up?"

"You've got Mail!" 

"Read mine first!"

And on it went until without her typing one character on her keyboard, mysteriously a message appeared from her to all her new found fans. "That's it for tonight boys, see you same time tomorrow for another show! Your favorite little CockSlut!"

"Same time tomorrow?" she moaned as it sunk in. "...another show?"

That small voice was back, trying to tell her something, warn her, screaming at her. But her search for understanding was cut short when her screen went black. Then blue. And then once more began to run a pattern of random colors, patterns and symbols she recognized as the program it was so important for her to pay attention to. As she settled into its mindset, she started to feel relaxed yet excited, comforted yet adventurous and certain if she looked deeper into that void everything would be answered in time. Everything would be wonderful. If only she knew what the questions were. But for now she had to pay attention...