Comments Are Enabled Ch. 01

I scrolled down. There were about a hundred comments between 5am and 6pm. Then they abruptly slackened off. Every single comment described something that I'd dreamed happening to me, something that I'd woken up having experienced.

"Everything," I whispered, "between five and six a.m. It all happened to me. Just as they wrote it."

"Everything?" said Mona, worriedly, reaching out and tentatively touching my hand. I took her hand and held it, feeling dizzy.

"Shit, Roxie," she murmured, stroking my hand. "You've been around."

"Oh God," I said, "and what about ..."

I scrolled down some more and I found it. I would come to you in the shower. I'd hold you still and enter you, then when you were just on the point of climax, I'd pull out and turn you around and I'd fuck your teenage asshole until you screamed, the water pouring over you.

"That too," I gasped, and scrolled down further. All day, hardly anything, but every time I had felt something, somebody had posted a comment at that time, until 2am, when the dream had happened again and the comments had come in a rush of orgiastic aggression.

The comments were doing it to me.

I got up, ran over to my bedroom window, pulled it up, leaned out and threw up.

Mona was at my side in a moment, patting my back, holding me, murmuring sweet words, handing me a glass of water. My panic subsided but I sank to the floor, tearful, holding her.

"Okay," she said quietly. "Now I know something happened to you. The question is, what, exactly."

"Isn't it obvious?" I sobbed. "People make comments on this fucking video and what they want to do to me, happens to me. Except there's no-one there, so it's not really a crime."

"That's what it looks like," she said.

"Mona," I whimpered, "I'm not making this shit up. Look at me."

"Easy, Roxie," she said quietly, patting me protectively on the shoulder. "I know you're really fucking upset, and if someone's responsible for this, I will find them and I swear to you, I will fuck them up."

I stared at her. This was a side of Mona I didn't know so well - my earnest, geekish friend offering to hurt someone for me. She blinked behind her glasses and looked a bit defensive.

"Well, maybe not me personally," she said, "But I'm sure I can persuade someone to do it. But we don't know what this is. First we need to find out."

"Okay," I said, wiping my eyes on my sleeve. "How do you suggest we do that?"

Mona rubbed her chin and glanced at the clock.

"It's ten p.m.," she said. "There's time for us to get some sleep, but then I suggest that at half past four, we should get up and go somewhere private and see what happens to you if you're awake. There seems to be some special comment window between five and six, and the rest of the time it's only certain people whose comments ... well, get through to you."

"You want to help me?" I said. I felt guilty for all the times I'd mocked Mona behind her back, or been cool with her because I hadn't wanted to be seen with such a nerd.

I had been a bitch. Mona was a true friend.

"Of course I want to help you," she said, with her best badass smirk. I knew that Mona secretly would have liked to join the police, and that because of her bad eyesight, they'd never have her.

I hugged her tight.

"You're a true friend," I said. "I mean it."

"What?" she said. "I know. Duh."

But she hugged me back.

Being 18, we didn't exactly need permission for Mona to have a sleepover with me. I had a big bed and we stripped to our t-shirts and panties and lay there, talking quietly, and then tiredness overcame me and I slept.

Mona woke me in, as they say in the song, the dawn's early light. We got dressed and crept downstairs and she quietly gathered water and some food and kitchen towels from the kitchen, and we slipped out of the house.

I stumbled along behind her, my eyes stinging with tiredness.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere safe," Mona said.

"Do I know it?"

"I doubt it. If you did it wouldn't be safe. Here we are."

Mona stopped at a gap in a fence and ducked through. I followed her and found us in a patch of heavily overgrown waste ground which edged onto some woods. I followed Mona in the dawn twilight, only her fluorescent cycling vest showing me where she was.

We traversed the waste ground and entered the woods, and Mona found a clearing. She sat on the ground and looked around.

"This should do," she said. "Sit."

"What exactly are we waiting to do?" I asked.

"We're waiting to see if anyone else comments on your video," Mona said.

"Right," I said.

"So," she said, "I'd advise you to get undressed."

"What?!" I gaped at her. She looked up at me calmly.

"Harriet," she said patiently, "if this thing works like it's worked before, you're going to get very messy. I brought us out here so you could get messy in a private spot with someone you trust to watch over you. It's pretty simple. Either risk being found by your Mom, or do this with me."

I nodded.

"You're right," I said. "You're right. Okay."

We stared at each other for a moment, me embarrassed, Mona staring back at me, cool and unflappable.

"Well. I'll get undressed then," I said.

"Cool," Mona said.

Feeling amazingly self-conscious, I took off my trainers, socks, jacket, t-shirt, and sweatpants, and then in bra and panties I stood there and fished my watch out of my pocket. I was glad it was summer and warm. The sky was pale in the east.

"Four-fifty," I said. "Not really worth keeping anything on. Don't stare, okay?"

"I won't," Mona said, rather sulkily.

I reached behind my back and unclipped my bra, then dumped it on the rest of my clothes. Finally I slid my panties down over my hips and piled them on my other clothes too, then sat down naked on the forest floor, hugging my knees to myself, partly for warmth, partly out of shyness in front of Mona.

"Roxie," she said, "it's not like I haven't see you naked before."

"Yeah," I said, "when we were, like, five! Come on, Mona! I'm shy."

"You weren't so shy when you made the damn video," she said tartly.

"Can't we just delete it from the site?" I said.

"I've tried," she said sombrely. "You've been logged off. Your password doesn't work, and neither do any of your other passwords. Did you change your password?"

"No," I said.

"Then your account's been hacked by someone, and they've changed your password and set up some kind of firewall to prevent anyone else from finding out alternate ones. You may never find out the new password. That video is staying there until whoever controls the account deletes it, and that's not going to happen soon, because you're getting a lot of hits. I suspect what what's going on is that your video is making money for someone. And you're not getting anything out of it."

"Well," I said, blushing, "I am getting something out of it ..."

"Oh, Roxie, you pervert!" Mona said hotly, slapping my bare knee. "Trust you to get off on this."

"Hey," I said. "Unfair. You realise I'd never do that in real life? I am not going to start wanting to be gang-banged. It's humiliating."

"Yet you told me yourself you found it arousing," she said.

"I did," I admitted, resting my chin on my knees. The initial awkwardness had worn off and now it felt almost normal to be sitting here, me naked with Mona fully clothed, she armed with her iPad and bag of supplies, cross-legged and alert. After all, she and a lot of other people had already seen me naked, and we'd known each other so long that it seemed a bit ridiculous to be shy about my body. But I was still self-conscious.

"Well, maybe it won't happen tonight," she said. "Maybe now you're not the new girl on the site, nobody will make any comments."

"No," I said, shaking my head gloomily. "I'm definitely going to get it tonight. That one in the church, which I shook off? That's definitely coming back. I've known all day. And it's gonna be big."

"Good," said Mona.

"How is it good?" I said. "I thought you didn't want this to happen to me."

"I don't," she said, "but if it's gonna be big, I want to see what it looks like. We need to know once and for all if this is all in your head or if it's in some way real."

"It's not all in my head," I said fervently. "I promise you that."

"I believe you, honey," said Mona, "I really do. But it's one thing to believe and another to have evidence. We're here to get evidence."

"Is that why you have your iPad out?"

"Yep."

"If you video me naked and having multiple orgasms, that had better not get accidentally shared to your Facebook," I said.

"Don't worry," she said. "I've turned off the cell signal. We're out of range anyway."

We sat in silence for a while. The birds were delivering a dawn chorus all over the woods. It was really beautiful.

"What time is it?" I said, as the first rays of the rising sun appeared over the buildings on the edge of town.

"Ten past five," said Mona, and frowned. "Strange. It should have started already."

"Yeah," I said, and paused. Nothing.

"Hmm, Maybe it's not going to happen tonight. Maybe you were right."

"Maybe so," said Mona, smiling hopefully.

"Well, that wouldn't be too ..." I said, and broke off, because then ... I felt it, all right.

"Ohhh no," I murmured, and shuddered. There it was: the warm, smooth, pole of a cock pushing at the cleft of my vagina. I was going moist.

"Ooooh," I moaned, closing my eyes, tensing and stretching out one leg before me. I had hoped that I might be able to retain some self-control with Mona watching me, but I quickly realised that it would be impossible.

"What's up," she said. "Is it starting?"

"Oh yeah," I said, and I found one hand reaching up to stroke my uncovered nipple while the other went down between my legs. I couldn't help it. I could feel him in there, feel his lips on mine, feel his hands pressing me down on my back.

I lay back on the grass and parted my legs.

"Oh my," Mona gasped.

"I'm sorry," I moaned, "I can't help it, h-he's ... oh God, Mona, he's ... entering me ... oh fuck, yes ..."

He slid into me and I received him gratefully, and I started to squirm, naked on the grass, moving my pelvis with his. My eyes closed, I could dimly see his hunky form over mine; with them open, there was nobody there but there was certainly someone inside me.

"What's it like, Harriet?" Mona asked.

"It ... it feels exactly like getting fucked b-by ... oooh ... by a gorgeous guy who ... mmmfff ... who knows exactly what he and I both want," I panted. "Shit. That is so good."

"I can't see anything," Mona said. "Could you ... maybe, open your legs a little wider, so I could get a better view of your labia?"

"Yes," I gasped, and spread my legs further.

"Okay," Mona said. "I can see now, thanks. Oh, holy shit, Harriet! It's true!"

I opened my eyes and focused on Mona with difficulty.

"I can see that your vagina's open and something's keeping it open ... but I can't see anything. Oh my God, that's ... that's so weird ..."

Mona waved her hands over my body, where "he" would have been if he'd existed. I closed my eyes and he seemed not to be aware that she was there.

Then there was a second one, and I felt the pressure again.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered, "there's the second one. Ahhhh! Oh, God!"

The additional pressure of a second phantom body occupying the same space as the first one put that little bit of extra pressure on my clit. I was shuddering and moaning, feeling their hands and tongues in my mouth, on my tits.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, stifled, as I felt a cock entering my mouth. "MMMFF!" My head was slowly pushed back and my body shook as more and more people began to fuck me - cocks in my mouth, between my tits, in my pussy, and I squirmed to evade them, but I could feel people striving to roll me over, to get access to my most private place, the place I really didn't want Mona to see me enjoying having someone. No, I thought, trying to fend them off, no, not there, please, not there ...

"Jesus," Mona muttered. "This is so weird. This is so weird."

I just made a muffled, rhythmic grunting noise, because I was moaning while someone was fucking my mouth hard, and it made my whole head jerk back and forth. I was dizzy with arousal and vaguely grateful that in all this, these phantom cocks in my mouth seemed to have no effect on my gag reflex; I had heard of what could happen if you gave a guy a blowjob and his cock was too long, and I didn't want that to happen to me.

"Are you okay?" Mona said. "Harriet? Can you hear me?"

I reached out blindly with one hand and felt Mona grasp my hand, and I whimpered in gratitude. It felt like the fucking was going to send me into outer space. I was dizzy and light-headed from the sensation flooding through my body and I knew that it was going to get more intense before it died away.

And then, yes, then I felt the more vivid one, the one that had tried to take me while I was in the church. It's hard to explain how I knew, it was almost like a smell of the guy, some clean expensive smell of talc or leather or wood, but now it was filling my senses and I could feel how very strong he was, and this time I couldn't resist as I felt his hands turning my hips, and I had to let go of Mona as I rolled onto my side, my body still jerking and squirming from the multiple penetration I was getting, and I got onto all fours. I reached out again, my eyes still tight shut, and Mona grabbed my hand again and I squeezed her hand gratefully, helpless as I felt the guy entering me and my pussy trembling at the fat shaft of his cock.

Oh, but he'd timed it so well, because then I felt the cock leave my mouth and I gasped for breath, and I somehow sort-of heard whosever it was groaning as he started to cum, and since he wasn't inside me I knew where he had to be, and I only had time to stammer out a desperate "Oh, no, please, n-no, please ..." before his thick warm cum splattered over my eyes and nose and cheeks.

"Ewwww," Mona exclaimed, but she didn't let go of me, and I held onto her for dear life as cock after cock shot its load in my face, slowly drenching my entire face and head in cum, as well as sending spurts of the stuff into my pussy, and I was coughing and choking and moaning in weak protest as they came in me and on me.

And then Fat Cock pulled out of me, and I felt his hands roughly grasping my hips and his cock pushing between them, and before I had the power to protest he brutally crammed his slippery manhood into my rear end.

I opened my eyes and mouth wide and yelped - big mistake, because I got three or four more facefuls of cum for my trouble. I spat it out, whimpering, feeling the stuff rain onto my bare ass and face and back and drip off me. And then he was pounding my ass, and I barely had to time to make a few incoherent whimpers of protest before he came up my ass and I shuddered and moaned "Oh, fuck, please ..."

"What?" said Mona urgently.

"He came up my ass," I whimpered.

"Yeah," said Mona levelly. "I can see."

And then, as quickly as it had started, they had melted away, and I was just a naked girl on all fours, a little bruised, very out of breath, somewhat shocked, drenched in cum, my chest heaving.

"Ohh-hh-hh ..." I sighed weakly, trembling.

"My God, Roxie," said Mona. "My god. Okay. Here."

I felt her starting to wipe me down with the kitchen towel and I just remained on all fours and submitted to it, meek and shivering like a horse that had been broken. It didn't matter any more that Mona had seen me naked. More importantly, she'd seen me ... well, gang-fucked, by invisible assailants. I let her sit me down on the grass on my bare ass and I wiped my face, but as I'd said to her, the cum was already evaporating off me, turning from a sticky goo to a light froth and then blowing away in the faintest breeze, leaving nothing behind.

But I was left behind, fucked in every hole and wrung out. I dropped the last kitchen towel into the rubbish sack and blinked, focusing on Mona.

She stared back at me, her face twisted with compassion.

"My God," she muttered. "It was all true."

"I told you," I sighed. "And I don't think it's gonna end until people stop making comments. Which may never end."

I wrapped my arms around my bare breasts and hugged myself. The sun was up, although we were secluded from view, and it was going to be a lovely morning. I smiled wryly to myself at the difference between our gloomy mood and the freshness of the new day.

"You," said Mona, handing me my bra and panties, "need breakfast."