Archive-name: Control/virus2.txt
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Archive-title: Computer Virus, The - 2


Part Two

Stan's mind raced. His love for pornography had really gotten him
in trouble this time. He was in his private office, kneeling naked
at the keyboard. Subliminal messages put into an x-rated computer
text file had turned him into "Mistress" Anna's computer playtoy.
Even if it weren't for the subliminal desire to obey her, Stan was
totally dependent on her, since his clothing was torn into little
pieces in the waste paper basket.
     "Mistress Anna," typed Stan, "This is fun, but how am I going
to get home now that my clothes are ripped to shreds?"
     "A messenger will be dropping something off in a few minutes
that will help you with that little problem," typed Anna.
     Anna's words had just appeared on his screen, when someone
knocked on his door.
     "Yes," said Stan nervously, painfully aware of his present
condition.
     "Delivery," said a man outside the door.
     "Just slip it under the door," said Stan.
     "I can't," said the man, "it's too big. Besides, I need to get
your signature for this."
     Stan was beside himself. He didn't know what to do. He
appealed to Anna for advice. "I think your delivery is here,
Mistress Anna," typed Stan, "But he wants me open the door and sign
for it."
     "Well, do as the man says," typed Anna, "And don't forget to
thank him properly. I believe that sucking his cock would be a
proper tip for the messenger. And that's not just a suggestion,
that's an order. Go give the nice man a blow job, Stan."
     Stan was horrified. Yet, he had no choice. Not only was his
back against the wall, he also felt strangely impelled to obey
Anna's order. Sheepishly, he got off his knees and walked to the
door and opened it. 
     The messenger was a young kid, who couldn't have been more
than 18 years old. His eyes opened wide at the sight of Stan's
nakedness. "Er...please sign here, Sir," said the boy, trying to
act as though nothing was wrong.
     "Please come in for a second so I can close the door," said
Stan, "I know this seems odd, but my clothing was destroyed in an,
er..accident, and this package contains my change of clothes.
You're a real life saver. I'd like to thank you for your trouble by
sucking your cock."
     "Er...I don't know, I'm not a fag or anything," said the boy.
     "Either am I, son," said Stan, "It's just something
I...er...want to do for you." Stan was frantic. Not only did Anna's
order make him ask the boy if he wanted a blow job, somehow he
needed to suck his penis. He started rubbing the boy's cock through
his jeans in an attempt to arouse him into accepting his offer.
     "No...please stop," groaned the boy. But it was too late, Stan
had already unzipped the boy's pants and started sucking on his
penis. Soon the boy had forgotten his objections and began fucking
Stan's face, while Stan furiously sucked his penis until cum
spurted out in Stan's mouth, and dribbled down his chin.
     "Thanks for the tip," said the boy, as he quickly zipped up
his pants and all but ran from the office.
     Stan went back to the computer. "I did as you ordered,
Mistress Anna," typed Stan. 
     "Very good, my little cocksucker," typed Anna, "Now let's have
some more fun. Open the package that I sent you."
     Stan opened the package and looked at its contents in horror.
Instead of finding the change of clothing he had hoped for, the
package contained a large adult cloth diaper, a little frilly hat,
and a t-shirt that said, "I'm a little baby."
     "But, Mistress, these are baby clothes!," typed Stan.
     "Yes, my little Stan Stan," typed Anna, "These are your new
clothes, or would you prefer to walk home stark naked?"
     "No, no," typed Stan, painfully aware that Anna could get him
to do just that, "I'm just surprised, that's all."
     "Well, get into your little outfit, little boy," typed Anna.
     Stan complied and put on the diaper, the t-shirt and little
hat. "You can go home now, little Stanley," typed Anna, "Go home
and call the BBS at 8 PM tonight, and we'll have some more fun."
     "Yes, Mistress Anna," Stan typed.
     After logging off the computer, Stan nervously emerged from
his office, clad in his diaper. He successfully got down the stairs
without anyone seeing him, but once outside, he couldn't avoid the
passersby on the sidewalk from gawking. Men, women, and children
all pointed and laughed at his predicament as he travelled the ten
blocks to his home. He had never been so humiliated in all his
life. Little did he know that this episode would pale in comparison
to what Anna had in mind for him next!

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