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Web's Wonderful Web

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© Yotna El'toub

yotna_eltoub@hotmail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~Yotna_eltoub/
Webb's Wonderful Web by Yotna El'toub (MC,FF,MF,Alien,SF)

Written for Lost Boys first competition and dedicated to the LB and his work.

WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language of an adult nature and should be read only by those of a legal age to do so. If you are a minor or object to stories of an adult nature, LEAVE HERE IMMEDIATELY. Legal age local to the author is 18+ please abide to your own local laws. Please note and understand the content codes for this story.

The characters portrayed in this story are just that, characters in my story. Any similarities to real people are purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters and situations portrayed are pure fantasy; the author is keen to state that in reality adult sexuality should remain only in the adult world. Please do not allow or cause this story to fall in to the hands of minors.

Chapter 1: Frustration.

Damon Saunders drove home through the country lanes. He didn't notice the splendour of the spring fields dappled with the evening sunshine; he failed to register the myriad small signs for farm fresh produce. No, Damon Saunders was thinking, seething silently, about his recent meeting. He had been axed; redundant after all his work and input into the programme - it was an outrage! Damon's thoughts flew back in to the present with an unwelcome jolt. He threw the steering wheel to the left and brought the Ford to a shuddering halt, skimming the damp verge. Damon raced out of his car to shake a clenched fist towards the rear of the disappearing tractor.

"You stupid bumpkin, didn't you see me? You can't just pull out of gateways like that!" Damon shouted at the shadowy driver, whose only reply was two dirty extended fingers thrust upwards with vigour.

Damon checked for damage, sure enough the bumper was ripped from its shattered mounting by the impact with the sodden verge.

"Oh bloody great, can today get any better?" Damon raged at the azure blue sky.

Damon soon realised he had no details of the tractor or its wayward driver. He slumped his weight forwards onto the cars bonnet, and hammered his fist into the unforgiving metal. Swearing profusely, and cradling his sore knuckles with his undamaged left hand, Damon returned to the drivers seat. Where he just sat, as the final indignity descended upon him - he had to tell Alice. Alice, who had moved to the depths of the Norfolk countryside, and had given up her teaching post; just to save him commuting time, Damon's depression deepened.

Alice was, on the other hand, in a very good mood. She had finished painting the spare bedroom, tidied the lounge and prepared Damon's meal. Alice liked things neat and tidy, and now they were. This left her the luxury of a whole hour for herself. She slipped into the study to check her e-mails; she sat at Damon's desk and logged on.

Her face fell - he had forgotten to log out again, this was a real pain, and so typical of him. Damon had a lot of good points but his absent-mindedness coupled with his impatience annoyed her intensely. Not only was he likely to forget to logout, but also he had hacked the security to stop the account automatically terminating after 10 minutes. So now she had to figure it out! Alice's eyes scanned the page for the logout button, click, the screen started to close.

Then a message popped up 'Dr Saunders - run program viability check?' a yes or no dialogue awaited a response. Another of his little reminders, damn. She fumed a little and pressed 'yes', the box disappeared only to reappear an instant later; in frustration she jabbed several times at the yes button without further affect.

In annoyance, Alice hit the no button. The affect was immediate. The screen blanked and then 'Abnormal termination - run default full program - unprotected?' OK or cancel, the menu asked politely. Alice was sick of this she hit cancel. The screen blanked momentarily and then flashed up 'Illegal command - line 807 abort... running Webb's 1.7...boot routine.

As Alice stared, the screen filled with rich swirling colours. Subtle changes blended the colours continuously, and the effect was glorious. Alice couldn't take her eyes from the screen. Eventually the screens colours merged into a bright purple that shimmered in liquid currents. Gradually the purples deepened in shade, and Alice felt her self relax into its depths, a warm secure feeling washed over her.

The warmth increased slowly until it became a heat. Alice felt her panties dampen as her fluids wept into them. Then in an instant, the program ended. The computer returned to the desktop and the mundane image of a green hill. The screen flashed blue, and then blanked; this would normally have sent Alice into a blind panic, but not today. Alice forgot about her e-mails, forgot about Damon - she just stood and walked purposefully from the study.

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