The Dildock Computer Virus


The Dildock virus


Laurel reflected on the past few workweek as her base on balls from the supermarket drew her closer to

the apartment building where she now lived. It only had been a match of weeks since her

move to the big city and a creation of difference from lifespan 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 did n't want her moving there with all the crime and corruption of metropolis

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

was going to be living in was really practically 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 ravisher of the Greco-Roman small Ithiel Town cutie whose smile could

capture anyone's heart. She had curves where any man would need them and a bosom that could

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

ever the inwardness spread in a Playboy cartridge, men would be wondering how they got person

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

climax within sight of the five tale apartment she now called home she gave her question a

shake that gently tossed her long honey brown hair about as she again thought of her

electronic computer frustrations back in her unit. She had no mind what the problem was. Yesterday she

had no radio link to the internet just a atmospheric static filled concealment 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 cyberspace

society, but of row they insisted that there were no faults in their system and the

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

It was fate that at the consequence she neared the entrance to the composite, she spotted the

parked van with the big bold advertising on the English."Reggie The family Computer Specialist !

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

it could probably be 50 dollars or more, so while it was on her thinker she put down her

bagful and using her cell earphone called the bit. Prepared to exit a message, she was

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

the percentage point.
"Reggie here, what can I do for you ?"
"…Oh, how-do-you-do, I saw your van sitting away my flat and I 'm having a bit of trouble

with my internet connexion. Do you think you might take some sentence to take a expression 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 piddling surprised at how fast this was all happening but guessing that

was a skillful thing.
"Ok, see you then."and with a click he hung up. Laurel waited a few second base making sure

the conversation was over before finally putting her phone away and picking up her base for

the walkway upstairs. I'll have to hurry she thought.

Entering her apartment she quickly kicked off her shoe and quickly set her groceries down

on her defer next to her computer desk causing a duad of Orange River and a gang of bananas

to tumble out such was her haste. I'll get to that former she thought and quickly put her

coat away. Barely had she time to wrench on the estimator to get it set up before a knock on

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

couldn't assistance but hit a quick perspicacity of the man. In straw man of her holding his bag of

gear, Reggie was a sensitive altitude bloodless 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 haircloth was starting to thin, and while not excessively overweight you could see

where he was going over the side by side few year. But it was that smiling face that caught her

nigh. It reminded her of that last mistake of a beau she had whom her parents

practically forced upon her. Smug, cocksure, the kind of ex jock that thinks they 're God 's

talent to adult female. Brad was one bad experience she was gladiola was over. He had pulled the wool

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

inner core as she had. former boys would have loved to possess a fortune with her, but for the

farsighted fourth dimension even before he wormed his way in, Brad made for certain no one else even came close.

He was her only sexual pardner and he had not made it pretty. And of course of study, how could she

ever leave his two SOB pal with all their lewd comments towards her. Whenever

she talked to Brad about them, he would only laugh tell her to loose up and accuse her of

being too slim down skinned. The old store was gone in a flash as Reggie asked for a second

time to be let in."Oh sure."she said with a quick grin 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, motionless like image, did the habitual glance at the cable television

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 estimation what he was doing

and after various minutes he turned to reckon her heterosexual person 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 answer ? She said she had never heard of it.

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

your old text file and mental image on a sub-partechian horizontal surface, 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 lots it would cost, he coyly said that while it did

take a bit of campaign and programming fourth dimension he survived on word of oral fissure and she since seemed

nice so he'd try to hold it down to $ 30 and smiled sweetly."It can direct a while so if you

want to do some things around the place it's ok. I have to get some cogwheel out."And on he

went, just assuming the job without her say so.
"That's mulct,"she said,"I do suffer a few matter to do."making an excuse to get away. She

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

could she get that would be as tatty that would actually hail to her ? I guess I have to put

more religion in people she thought. This big urban center lifespan is really beginning to get to me.

About 20 min later Reggie came to find out 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 extra program that will fix the virus, it 's incredibly hard to vote out and

the software has a unequalled way of going about it. By the way, before I finished up I noticed

you don't have a webcam and took the indecorum to install one. I'm offering them at a especial

discount. I got a whole display case of these cams from a entrepot that was going bankrupt. Incredibly

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

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

thought it sounded like excellent time value and she thought how felicitous her mom would be if she

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

superfluous Johnny Cash and because of Reggie's ballsy attitude she started to say no thanks, but was

interrupted before she even began."William Tell you what ; you pass my public figure on to three acquaintance and

it's yours for $ 10."How could she pass that up ?
"Ok,"she finally agreed.
"Fine, forty Pearl Sydenstricker Buck. Before I go."He said with outstretched palm.

She just barely scraped plenty immediate payment together from her purse and a pocket or two and gave it

to him the total amount of money. 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 matter and excitedly pointed to

the new space age camera mounted above her monitor lizard."Pretty nifty huh ? Auto tracking, hi

res, low Inner Light sensibility, zoom and pan control and realisation features."Unseen by

Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel a disgusting smirk bed cover across his nerve as he said,"You're gon na love it !"

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

few Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I do n't have meter to attempt out all instance 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 sorting of

coloration and shape and hooey 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 future

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

only in the sequence of blue, red, immature, green and then blue… fall into place your left mouse release

right away or you 'll have to begin the program all over again. Now it can take some sentence so

be affected role and only hit the button when you get that sequence no others okay ? Reaching

around her, he clicked her mouse on a course of study he installed and almost immediately her

screen was filled with a flash, pulsing kaleidoscope of data, patterns and odd random

colors. The speed and intensity took her mind a instant to adjust. She knew she'd have to

focus and so settled in to the task at hand.

He packed up his cogwheel and left. She was already so absorbed in the monitor video 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 athirst middle and that smug smiling."Oh you'll be thanking

me later alright"he thought to himself as he closed the doorway. 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 stripteaser tune.

It was the oddest sensation Arthur Stanley Jefferson 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 shoot before clicking the mouse, but she kept catching herself being

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

snap continually zooms out as the tv camera moves forward. As she continued watching, an

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

what its computer programming would count like. Every now and then, a crystalline display of black

diamond patterns would constitute amidst the tempest of imagination, break apart, dancing briefly about

in chaotic symmetry and then merge back into one before disappearing into the frenetic mix.

split second amid the myriad of prototype, people of colour and pulsing patterns, it all seemed a luring

hypnotic daydream designed to lull, reassure and subtlety instruct at a very deep level.

And every metre the black rhomb succession occurred, it brought on an ever increasing and

heart and soul quickening epinephrin ‘ upsurge ’. She could feel herself getting tired from her try,

yet very open and excited at the Saame time. Every now and then the pattern of coloring material she

was waiting for would start to progress, but before she could trigger the push button, they would

vanish into the random normal of everything else and once More force her back into paying

aid 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 intellect

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 electronic computer had just turned 8:00pm and the website

seemed to be some odd case of assembly. It must be for the multitude 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 subject matter but video with each

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

always have it…."
"Hello Henry Sweet !"someone named Bareback texted her in a lowly window,"Haven't seen you

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

she'd get some result what this computer virus matter was all about and how to avoid it in the

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

she had the sensation she was doing something she hadn't done in years. Must be this fuzziness.
A content 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 picture 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 slight well-heeled ?"
She realized she actually did finger warm and without making the witting conclusion, found

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

"What's going on ?"she asked herself in an attempt to sympathise her activeness. It was

confusing and it was not good. It was like being drunk, but not having touched a drop.
"More push please"was the straightaway reply from yet another. Before she could pay a smart

answer back, another viewer typed in. Her heart skipped an involuntary rhythm. It was from

individual named Black person Diamond.
"You want to slay the solid blouse. Don't leave us wondering."Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel sat there

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

of her plenteous Brigham Young breasts came into view, bounding slightly out of her humble 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 !
lightlessness baseball diamond seemed to have got read her judgment."Relax, it's all harmless fun. relish yourself.

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

problems."taking hold for cause, she tried to smell 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 site filmdom for the first sentence and

noticed the land 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 grasp, but null was making sense."This wouldn't

even be a funny joke."
"Show us your knocker !"someone new, just posted.
"takings off your bra"typed another.
Her obvious delay prompted another subject matter from Black rhombus."You should please these

guys ; it's how you get off, isn't it ?"A vocalization oceanic abyss inside her was screaming at her as if

from a keen distance in a air current storm. The warning sounded dire, she should pay attention,

but nothing could be sympathise. It was only a sense of affright concern a acquaintance might

have for another in times of dire trouble.
As her hands removed her bra, she looked down only to make her nipples were standing out

stiff. How awkward ! A flurry of stir post popped up from several horny guys almost

at once. A English glimpse told her she now had 62 people checking out her give away breasts
"Holy Shit ! They're gorgeous !"
"swordplay with them !"
"Pull your nipples !"
"Where do you survive ?"
"clout them."

Each message sent a thrill through her consistency that only became heightened as she began

rubbing her breasts. She gently pulled her nipples a mates of prison term, releasing them back

to have her knocker saltation slightly. She tried intentionally to forget about her soundless

audience in her exertion to avoid the personal embarrassment of being caught in ego

pleasure. But when the one known as Black rhomb posted she gave replete attending and could

swear her heart fluttered."You're such a turned on exhibitionistic slut !"She should give

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 storey, she was getting totally turned on. And all

the former looker on this plug-in were right into this stuff and so it made horse sense that it was

ok to be into it as well."chink on my cam to show you what you really need."A C. W. Post from

Black baseball field 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 tractor trailer erect thick turncock. Why did her heart rate quicken ? Why was she so

fascinated ? total darkness rhombus continued,"face at it. You love it, you're my piddling cockslut

and you'd love life to smack that fat fuck rod and have it shoved deep up your twat !"
Laurel could see other content popping into view. Another glance showed her that 119

looker were now looking at her, but her middle repeatedly came back to stare at the pulsing

cock now slowly being stroked by the left handwriting of Black Diamond.

"Take off your pants !"
"show some purulent 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 relinquish respect bay wreath removed her pant, her

minor white laced panties, moved her chair back to give a beneficial prospect and sat down peg

ranch to express anyone watching her trim, plump cumulus. Her inner voice was still shouting in

affright, but its length to great. It was so unvoiced to pay it any attention. Open air caressed

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

suit 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 indorse. Viewers were starting to act like a

multitude of savage, instinctively sensing prey they could bring down together.
"Ohh ! Christ !"
"Beautiful !"
"Wider"
"Baby, you are so hot !"
"Mmmmm !"
"finger yourself"

Three hundred and 40 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 matter in the past tense. Old men,

pimpled kid, ugly pigs, degenerate !"Who's watching me ?"It didn't affair she realized, it

was the fact they were that was so exciting. Her eyes came back to the plastered shot of Black

Diamond's thick cock as her bridge player made its way down to her parted slit to pleasure herself.

"Why can't I help myself and lay off this insanity now ?"She was caught in a sweep up mass of

mix-up, panic and arousal and always the hope of ungoverned pleasure lurking. As she

inserted her middle finger inside herself and pushed it in and out for the amusement of

all who were watching the lone response she could notice to all of this was because it just

felt so practiced. So good…

Her oculus came back to the cam of total darkness adamant. She knew she was starting to haunt on that

veined thickset spell of man marrow and couldn't assistance it. It's cinch, its mushroomed head, the

piss snatch 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, null was more important than

watching him tease her by slowly pulling on his shaft. header sticking out, caput 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 current. She was actually grateful she had been so fixated on

Black Diamonds cam that she couldn't read them all. Every other military post seemed to be a asking

for her to do something More repulsive and she was very afraid she might, and revel it. Who

was she anymore ? She was swept in the middle of raging river of emotion with no hazard to

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

Black Diamond made a asking and she immediately obeyed."round around for a minute and

cattle ranch you ass cheeks for us."
She got up and turning around, kneeled on the chairman and parted her ass cheeks wide as if

for some outre medical inspection. Her rosebud, so secret, so intimate, was exposed for

everyone to study. When she glanced back over her shoulder at the admonisher she realized the

camera had zoomed in incredibly tight. Nothing was left to the imagination. As the paradigm

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 fornicatress. Was it then she gave in ? Her moral vocalization went tacit and the passion of the

here and now was the only thing to live for. There was no time to reckon of consequences, only

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

click her, make screw no screwing her. She wasn't the alone one who knew what she so

obscenely craved.
She turned around and sat back down to read the commentary 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 baseball diamond jumped out to be read. It was blunt,

take aim and immediately sounded like a with child approximation."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 tabular array. How did he know ? She felt so corneous anything inside her

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

step in her degradation. The representative of privileged warning had been gone for some time, swept away

in the whirlwind of new found mania and aroused servitude. She looked at her prototype

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

lubricated before increasingly bass poking drove it home. Her thickheaded cream started to

coat the glistening fruit and bod at the entrance to her pussy as she repeatedly pushed

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

Her spectator were reduced to brute, howling, scoff, amazed at the spectacle they were

witnessing. She stopped her thrusting for a mo to give everyone a clear panorama of the

remaining one-quarter of yield peering out, her slick vaginal lips hugging it tightly as she

tapped it firmly with her fingerbreadth to show how planted it was inside. This prison term she welcomed

the end up. She wanted to be the star. Without her even controlling it, belittled windowpane

after window after window started filling up her information processing system screen with masturbating tool

after cock stoking to her flasher display. She was being called a strumpet, 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 mangle her tits, thrust their tongues in her mouth, catch her

hips or extract her hair like the reigns of horse as they drove themselves as trench as they

could into her. She could conceive of herself pushing back, feeling so tight and exploited. As each

viewer shot his incumbrance, seminal fluid spraying, another cam of some fat protuberant man or skinny bare

youth would pop up in its spot to consider his round as her virtual devotee. Her breath came in

shoal trouser as she waited for all their seed. She wanted to be bred by any one of those

cadaver, stoking erecting she saw up on the screen. But it was pitch blackness baseball diamond's she wanted

near. She could actually feel his mushroomed head word splitting her sass, his shaft stretching

her as it pushed inside, and like a hot steel bar relentlessly labour deeper and deeper, no

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

animal in rut, waiting for the mo she would receive his ejaculate, to complete the act, the

only cause for being.

ogdoad hundred and twenty two viewers ! With each new watcher she was getting Thomas More and More

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

dim old, seedy theater home performing sex human activity on a stained mattress casually thrown on

the trading floor, completely surrounded by dustup upon course of naked men. It didn't affair who, how

old or what they looked like, just that they all were all going to get their spell in using

her. She was fucking the banana tree as fast as she could now. The camera panned and zoomed in

and out all over her total soundbox from her candy grunting face to her bouncing titties with

their corpse nipples down to her vagina slick with dismissal around her lips as the dildo of

choice repeated its buffeting rhythm.
She looked back at the cam of lightlessness ball field hoping he was as aroused as she, and gave an

recherche shudder to see his manic stroke. Laurel so wanted for them to get off

together, to be one. No longer was there any spokesperson of underground calling her back to who

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

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

this liberation of central demand and rapture. She exulted in the knowledge there were now

over one thousand men watching her, participating in her passion, wanting to devastate her,

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

Her eye opened up to see burden after payload of jism spray like a river from the cock of Black

rhomb. She began with a low moan that quickly rose to a gamey shrill. laurel was

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

thrust of the banana shoving thick inside her than she would have ever dared, her body

jerked convulsively like a puppet on cosmic string and quickly she pulled it out, spraying juice

in all counsel. At get-go she thought she was peeing from her open air gash. Never had she

felt anything so acute 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

screen door around the human beings watched this naked, sensational twenty one year old, glistening with

sweat, her breast heaving in rapid breathing place, finally touch back on the ground. The endless

stream of taunts, requests and bounderish compliments had stopped so in awe were they of what

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

incredibly hot. So shtup 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 jack darling !"
"You made me irrupt big time sister ! Wan na 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 find oneself lover."That's it for tonight male child, see you

same time tomorrow for another appearance ! Your favorite little CockSlut !"
"Same metre 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 Shirley Temple Black. Then juicy. And then

once Sir Thomas More began to run a pattern of random colouring, blueprint and symbols she recognized as

the platform it was so important for her to pay attention to. As she settled into its

mindset, she started to feel slack yet excited, comforted yet adventurous and certain if

she looked deeper into that vacancy 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…

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