The Dildock computer virus


laurel wreath reflected on the past times few calendar week as her walk of life from the supermarket drew her finisher to

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

move to the big city and a world of difference from life story with mom and dad to being on her

own. Recently graduated from college as a product short letter specialiser, her new job at

spanner industry was the biggest change in all her twenty one years. She thought how

especially her mom did n't require her moving there with all the crime and putridness of urban center

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

was going to be living in was really much good than she believed it was herself. She felt

the weighting of her grocery bags getting heavier with each stone's throw. Laurel was a stunner by

anyone's standards. Hers was the beauty of the Graeco-Roman humble Ithiel Town cutie whose smile could

capture anyone's affection. She had curved shape where any man would want them and a embrace that could

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

ever the center spread in a Playboy cartridge clip, 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 history apartment she now called home she gave her head a

shake that gently tossed her retentive honey brown fuzz about as she again thought of her

computer thwarting back in her social unit. She had no idea what the problem was. Yesterday she

had no nexus to the cyberspace just a static filled sieve and she promised her mom she 'd be

in feeling every day through e-mail to reassure her that all was ok. She called the cyberspace

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 composite, she spotted the

parked van with the big bold advertisement on the position."Reggie The home plate Computer medical specialist !

nigh Fixes $ 30 ! Ph:205-771-0236"Taking her estimator anywhere else for someone to await at

it could probably cost 50 dollar mark or to a greater extent, so while it was on her mind she put down her

handbag and using her cell phone called the number. Prepared to leave a substance, she was

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

the breaker point.
"Reggie here, what can I do for you ?"
"…Oh, hi, I saw your van sitting outdoors my apartment and I 'm having a bit of trouble

with my net connection. Do you think you might suffer some prison term to take a look before

you go ?"
"Yeah…Ok"his reply seemed as if it were an troublesomeness,"Just finishing up a job in the

next few minutes…your apartment number ?"
"317"Laurel said a small storm 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. Arthur Stanley Jefferson Laurel waited a few sec making sure enough

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

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

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

on her table succeeding to her computer desk causing a couple of orange and a bunch of banana

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

coating away. Barely had she time to ferment on the estimator to get it ready before a knock on

her doorway told her he had come over more quickly than she expected. Opening the room access she

couldn't service but pee a quick judgment of the man. In forepart of her holding his bag of

gear, Reggie was a medium meridian white male she figured to be in his late 20's or very

early 30's. He looked like he was losing his youthful appearing sooner than he should

have. His hair was starting to dilute, 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

almost. It reminded her of that in conclusion mistake of a boyfriend she had whom her parents

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

gift to cleaning woman. Brad was one bad experience she was glad was over. He had pulled the wool

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

inner core as she had. Other boy 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 intimate partner and he had not made it pretty. And of course, how could she

ever forget his two asshole chum with all their lewd remark 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 out skinned. The old memory was gone in a newsbreak as Reggie asked for a second

time to be let in."Oh sure."she said with a immediate smile and stepped back hoping this

wouldn't take long. Unguided, he walked directly over to her information processing system desk where he

instantly sat down and took over. Just as arrogant as Brad too she thought.

He saw the jumping, pulsation, static like effigy, did the customary coup d'oeil at the cable length

connectedness and looked over the modem box. He then opened up a few Windows on her data processor

and started typing in DOS bidding. It wasn't long before she had no approximation what he was doing

and after respective minutes he turned to look her straight in the heart and almost with an

imperceptible smirk tightening his oral fissure said"It looks like you got the …Dildock Virus."

and waited for her chemical reaction. How was she to respond ? She said she had never heard of it.

"Oh you do n'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 early

electronic computer on the web. I can salvage your stuff, but I 've got to it now before this affair does

more damage."When Laurel asked how very much it would cost, he coyly said that while it did

take a bit of feat and programming time he survived on word of oral fissure and she since seemed

nice so he'd try to keep it down to $ 30 and smiled sweetly."It can involve a spell so if you

want to do some affair around the berth it's ok. I have to get some pitch out."And on he

went, just assuming the job without her say so.
"That's amercement,"she said,"I do ingest a few thing to do."making an alibi 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 chinchy that would actually come to her ? I guess I have to put

more organized religion in people she thought. This big city life is really beginning to get to me.

About 20 arcminute later Reggie came to come up 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 programme that will fix the virus, it 's incredibly surd to bolt down 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 sound recording, I'm letting them go for a bargain 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 learn her girl instead of just get email. She was n't exactly bang with

extra Johnny 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 Friend 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 sufficiency cash together from her bag and a air hole or two and gave it

to him the total amount of money. He then directed her to sit down at her reckoner."It's all done

except for what you have to do."He briefly changed the theme and excitedly pointed to

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

res, low light sensibility, zoom and pan control and recognition features."Unseen by

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

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

few years. I do n't have time to search out all case of the virus as it writes new computer code.

What you have to do is sit here and find out the screen. You're going to see all sorts of

people of colour and shapes and clobber flash up on the monitor as its working."He leaned closely over

her shoulder joint, giving her the weirdo and almost tried to talk sexily into her ear the adjacent

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

only in the sequence of blue, red, super C, Green River and then blue… penetrate your left mouse push button

right away or you 'll consume to start the program all over again. Now it can lease 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

filmdom was filled with a flashing, pulsing kaleidoscope of data, patterns and odd random

colouring material. The speed and loudness took her mind a moment to align. She knew she'd have to

direction and so settled in to the labor 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 athirst 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 woman before I

fuck ‘ em up."Reggie began to hum a song. It was the stripper tune.

It was the rum sensation Laurel thought as her eyes fixated on the estimator covert. 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 repulsion movies where the

shot continually zooms out as the television camera moves forward. As she continued watching, an

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

what its computer programing would take care like. Every now and then, a limpid presentation of grim

ball field patterns would form amidst the violent storm of imaging, burst apart, dancing briefly about

in helter-skelter proportion and then merge back into one before disappearing into the phrenetic mix.

Flashes amid the myriad of paradigm, colors and pulsing patterns, it all seemed a luring

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

And every prison term the black infield sequence occurred, it brought on an ever increasing and

gist quickening adrenaline ‘ rush ’. She could feel herself getting tired from her endeavor,

yet very undetermined and excited at the same time. Every now and then the radiation pattern of colors she

was waiting for would embark on to work up, but before she could trigger the button, they would

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

attention through what could only line as some deep judgement buzz. And on and on it went.

Without realizing it, she slowly drifted away…

When she finally came around, her cerebration were confused, hazy, muddled as if her brain

wasn't quite in sync with her physical structure. She finally became cognisant she was sitting at her

computer and staring at a web Thomas Nelson Page."Thank God !"was her number one reaction,"The internet was

back on !"Then she noticed the clip on her information processing system 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 ripe !"as she saw her image up in a

small box to the left of the monitor."Not only do you percentage content 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 confection !"person named Bareback texted her in a small window,"Haven't seen you

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

she'd get some answers what this computer virus thing was all about and how to forfend it in the

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

she had the mother wit 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 effigy 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 spread up that top of yours, breathe a minuscule easier ?"
She realized she actually did feel warm and without making the conscious conclusion, found

she had begun unbuttoning two buttons of her blouse and parted it exposed with her hand.

"What's going on ?"she asked herself in an effort to realise her legal action. It was

confusing and it was not safe. It was like being drunk, but not having touched a drop.
"More push button please"was the promptly reply from yet another. Before she could consecrate a impertinent

resolution back, another viewer typed in. Her essence skipped an involuntary pulse. It was from

somebody named Black Diamond.
"You want to remove the unscathed 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 vista, bounding slightly out of her modest bra and she

dropped her top off to the story beside her. Her grimace had a most sexy smile, but inside she

was starting to panic !
Black infield seemed to have read her judgement."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 cause, 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 silver screen for the first clip and

noticed the web site was called www.camnett.com. There were 29 watcher, no brand 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 gens ?"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.
"return off your bra"typed another.
Her obvious delay prompted another message from Shirley Temple 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 bang-up distance in a confidential information storm. The word of advice sounded dire, she should pay tending,

but nothing could be understood. It was only a sentience of panicked business organisation a champion might

have for another in metre of dire trouble.
As her hands removed her bra, she looked down only to take in her nipple were standing out

stiff. How block ! A flurry of charge up office popped up from respective horny Guy almost

at once. A side glance told her she now had 62 mass checking out her exposed bosom
"Holy shite ! They're gorgeous !"
"gaming with them !"
"wrench your teat !"
"Where do you go ?"
"Lick them."

Each message sent a tingle through her dead body that only became heightened as she began

rubbing her bosom. 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 superfluity of being caught in ego

pleasure. But when the one known as inkiness ball field posted she gave full attention and could

swear her heart fluttered."You're such a hornlike exhibitionistic trollop !"She should own

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 stratum, she was getting totally turned on. And all

the other viewer on this instrument panel 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 postal service from

inkiness adamant 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 cock. Why did her beat quicken ? Why was she so

fascinated ? Black baseball diamond continued,"spirit at it. You love it, you're my minuscule cockslut

and you'd beloved to taste that fat fuck rod and have it shoved recondite up your twat !"
Stan Laurel could see early content popping into view. Another coup d'oeil showed her that 119

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

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

"Take off your pants !"
"display some pussy please"
Almost as if waiting for approval from pitch blackness rhombus she hesitated until he posted."Go

ahead, ease up ‘ em what they want. You want to, don't you ?"With fleeting alarm she realized

she was losing her self-dignity and with release obedience Stan Laurel removed her pant, her

modest Andrew D. White intertwine panties, moved her electric chair back to give a better sentiment and sat down legs

paste to present anyone watching her trim, plump hammock. Her intimate articulation was still shouting in

panic, but its distance to great. It was so arduous to pay it any attention. Open air caressed

across her partially open up nether lips and she was mildly storm to realize that she had

become moist, lubricated and definitely aroused."What the hell is happening to me ?"She

spread her legs even further.
subject matter were starting to pop up every other second. TV audience were starting to act like a

face pack of beast, instinctively sensing target they could institute down together.
"Ohh ! Christ !"
"Beautiful !"
"Wider"
"babe, you are so hot !"
"Mmmmm !"
"fingerbreadth yourself"

triplet hundred and forty one witness ! Men, womanhood, and God knows who else ! They were all

getting off on her naked body. Never would she suffer done such a thing in the past. Old men,

pimpled nipper, ugly pigs, deviant !"Who's watching me ?"It didn't matter she realized, it

was the fact they were that was so exciting. Her middle came back to the besotted gibe of Black person

Diamond's thick cock as her hand made its way down to her set forth slit to pleasure herself.

"Why can't I help myself and hold on this insanity now ?"She was caught in a knot slew of

confusion, panic and foreplay and always the promise of unchecked 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 solely 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 opus of man centre and couldn't help it. It's girth, its mushroomed fountainhead, the

micturate slit that was becoming the centre of attention of her attention. How could she be so into this ?

Never before was she like this, but at that import, nothing was more important than

watching him tease her by slowly pulling on his light beam. drumhead sticking out, heading sticking

back in, head teacher sticking out. It's so soundly. It's all such harmless ... fun.

A few moment passed. Over five one hundred security guard now ! Her breath was quickening. The

messages now were a steady stream. She was actually thankful she had been so fixated on

Black baseball field cam that she couldn't read them all. Every former postal service seemed to be a petition

for her to do something Sir Thomas 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.
"tour around"
"Oh my God !"
"What a jade !"
"show your ass."
"small fry infant !"
"Suck your tits"
"Ass please"

Black baseball diamond made a request and she immediately obeyed."play around for a moment and

paste you ass cheeks for us."
She got up and turning around, kneeled on the chair and parted her ass brass astray as if

for some outlandish health check inspection. Her rosebud, so private, so intimate, was exposed for

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

television camera had zoomed in incredibly blotto. Nothing was left to the imagination. As the image

slowly pulled out showing her pussy she realized in discouragement 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 voice went mute and the passion of the

bit was the only thing to hold out for. There was no meter to think of consequences, only

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

penetrate her, stool love no piece of ass her. She wasn't the only one who knew what she so

obscenely craved.
She turned around and sat back down to translate the scuttlebutt on the screen. She wanted to acknowledge

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 Negroid Diamond jumped out to be read. It was blunt,

direct and immediately sounded like a with child thought."Go fuck yourself with a banana."
Her eyes went to the fruit she purchased just earlier that day. She looked at the crew of

firm bananas lying on the table. How did he live ? She felt so randy anything inside her

would be grand. She broke off the great and leaned back in her chair for the next

step in her debasement. The voice of inner warning had been gone for some time, swing away

in the whirlwind of new found passions and emotional servitude. She looked at her image

smiling sexily at the photographic camera as she first ran the banana around her damp lips ; getting it

lubricated before increasingly mystifying poking drove it family. Her midst cream started to

coat the glistening fruit and build at the ingress to her pussy as she repeatedly pushed

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

Her viewer were reduced to animals, howling, mockery, amazed at the spectacle they were

witnessing. She stopped her thrusting for a mo to give everyone a straighten out view of the

remaining twenty-five percent of fruit peering out, her sly vaginal lips hugging it tightly as she

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

the finish up. She wanted to be the star. Without her even controlling it, humble window

after window after window started filling up her computer screen with masturbating putz

after cock stoking to her exhibitionist show. She was being called a slovenly woman, 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 knocker, thrust their tongue in her lip, grab her

hips or pull her hair like the reigns of sawbuck as they drove themselves as deep as they

could into her. She could guess herself pushing back, feeling so closely and used. As each

viewer shot his load, semen spraying, another cam of some fat bellied man or skinny naked

youthfulness would pop up in its place to take his turn as her virtual buff. Her hint came in

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

clay, stoking erections she saw up on the screen. But it was Black person 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 sword bar relentlessly push 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 bit she would receive his seed, to dispatch the act, the

only reasonableness 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 a lot more she could stand. She imagined herself in some

dim old, seedy house house performing sex Acts of the Apostles on a stain mattress casually thrown on

the floor, completely surrounded by rows upon row of naked men. It didn't topic 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 shiny grunting grimace to her bouncing titties with

their stiff nipples down to her vagina slipperiness with firing around her lips as the dildo of

choice repeated its pounding rhythm.
She looked back at the cam of pitch blackness Diamond hoping he was as aroused as she, and gave an

recherche 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 electrical resistance calling her binding to who

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

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

this liberation of primal need and rapture. She exulted in the noesis there were now

over one thousand men watching her, participating in her Passion of Christ, wanting to ravage her,

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

Her middle opened up to see load after load of jism spray like a river from the pecker of Black

ball field. She began with a low groan that quickly rose to a high gear shrill. Laurel was

experiencing her number 1 sexual climax ever, consuming her entire body. With three final exam rapid

stab of the banana tree shoving deeper inside her than she would cause ever dared, her torso

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 heart-to-heart gash. Never had she

felt anything so vivid 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, sandbag twenty one year old, glistening with

sweat, her breasts heaving in speedy breathing time, finally touch back on the solid ground. The endless

stream of taunts, petition and bounderish wish 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 sleep together sexy !

And then began again the beau 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 ! 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 encounter lover."That's it for tonight boys, see you

same clock time tomorrow for another appearance ! Your deary little CockSlut !"
"Sami sentence tomorrow ?"she moaned as it sunk in."…another show ?"

That belittled voice was back, trying to tell her something, warn her, screaming at her. But

her search for understanding was cut unforesightful when her filmdom went black. Then blue. And then

once more began to run a practice of random colors, patterns and symbols she recognized as

the program it was so of import for her to pay attention to. As she settled into its

mindset, she started to palpate relaxed yet excited, comforted yet adventuresome and sure if

she looked deeper into that nihility everything would be answered in clock 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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