The Dildock Virus

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.