A student in the last year of college gets his hands on a virus that, when sent through a simple text, will issue an irresistible command. Will the girl of his dreams succumb to its power, or will she be able to resist?
Disclaimer: All characters are entirely fictional and all resemblances to anyone in real life is entirely coincidental. If you are under 18 or offended by sexual material, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
SLUT 4 U
by Sinistra
Part IV
Darius’ supplier was apparently operating in Iraq as an ex-CIA agent, which is why he had his hands on such devastating malware. Aided with a visual focus, the digital signal could emit a frequency so potent it could permanently change the structure of the targets brain. Others may have been sceptical, but Darius had seen the videos and had invested the time – there was no going back. He had made a small fortune through strategic investment in bitcoin, and now, buying multiple encoded messages, it seemed it would pay dividends. The agent charged by the character, and Darius had bought 35. The signal used a similar audio visual message each time, altered only by the string of characters attached to it. Once the file was automatically transferred via text, it would self-destruct. Darius was assured the malware could activate on any operating system from the last 10 years, and could bypass any firewall.
Now, Darius spent every waking moment fantasising about using the other 22 characters. Who would become his next victim? With such incredible concealed power, Darius knew he had to play his cards right; but for the time being he was having enough fun turning the most beautiful girl in the school into his slave…
Isabelle fumed. How dare he. How dare that stupid boy tell me I can’t touch my pussy. Every step she cursed his name, as her silky thighs brushed together, the sweet caress sending a tingle up through her thighs and down to her toes. I’ll wipe that shit-eating grin off his face She thought. As soon as I get my hands on him…
School had finished, and she was now walking down the empty corridor back to room 10. Every moment of the day had been agony. Her little spree with Mr Edwards did nothing to satisfy her sexual cravings. Sitting down was agony. She was afraid to open her legs, and when she did the fresh air would send lovely tingles all across her sex. She would cross them, but then her skirt would ride up her thighs and make her even more exposed…and excited. The warm caress of her thighs fueled the fire between her legs, her pussy red raw and aching. It would itch and beg for relief, so she would delicately spread herself on the chair, cooling down her engorged labia, hoping no student would notice. And so this continued until the end of the day, struggling to focus on anything but the heat. She felt air-headed and dizzy, her petals yearning for a touch, a caress, overwhelming her fragile mind.
It had been torture! Surely Darius would have known what he was doing when he gave her such a cruel command. She was afraid that when she saw him, her cunny would spread for him, staggering her mind with arousal. She knew what she was going to say to that little brat, and she repeated it over and over again in her head. Nothing was going to distract her. She smiled. She was in control.
When she entered the room this time, the light was off. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she located the switch, and reached out to turn it on. As soon as she did so, she felt a pair of hands snake around her chest from behind and grasp her firm breasts. She gasped as a pair of lips nuzzled into the side of her neck, and she automatically turned her head the other way to offer more enticing skin.
‘Darius?’ She breathed.
‘Hi, gorgeous’ he said, in between dotting her skin with kisses. His hands were roaming over her blouse, and she thrust her chest upwards, arching her back to tighten her bosom.
‘I can’t believe what you did to me today.’ Darius was now unbuttoning her blouse, and smelling the soft, fruity fragrance of her hair.
‘Mmm…yeah?’ he responded, hardly paying attention.
‘Darius, this is serious. You have no idea how hot my pussy is right now. I could barely think straight for the entire day. Darius!’
He stopped undoing her blouse. ‘Ok, ok, let me see. He ran his hands down the sides of her firm but curvy figure, stopping at the hem of her skirt. He pulled it down, the fabric tightening around the curve of her gorgeous ass, but finally he yanked it down, her round cheeks bouncing back up into firm position.
He pulled her waist against his, her warm body rubbing against his chest, her ass cheeks nudging his burgeoning erection. He admired the goose bumps on her skin, tremoring against his touch. He stroked down her inner thigh, feeling the warmth emanating from her rosy folds.
Isabelle grunted. ‘See Darius? Don’t you see how hot I am? You’re cruel, you’re a cruel man for telling me not to touch it. I wanted to, I really did, but I didn’t. Can’t you see how crazy it made me?’
‘But Isabelle, I offered you your wet panties, and you rejected them’
Isabelle faltered for a second. Did I? ‘But Darius, it was your fault I was so wet in the first place…’
‘Hm. So you’re blaming me?’ Darius pulled back his hands, grasping her hips and grinding her ass into his hardening crotch.
‘Of course I’m blaming you. Don’t you know how hard it is for a slut to keep her pussy satisfied? It was, um, agony!’
‘Seems to me you’re trying to make me feel bad, when it’s you that can’t control herself.’
Isabelle felt her thoughts being washed away. She desperately tried to cling to anything that might anchor her mind, keep it from being swept away by the tide of her lust. She just wanted him to, mmm, touch her pussy…
‘N-nuh uh, you don’t know how hard it is to feel so horny all the time!’ Isabelle grabbed Darius’ hands and placed them on her breasts, guiding them with circular motions. She shivered. ‘And only you can fix it.’ She tried to pull his hands down, but he held firm.
‘Isabelle – I think you’re confused. It seems like you want someone to touch your pussy. But you just told me you didn’t want to feel so horny. I don’t think I understand.’
Isabelle was melting into his touch. She felt confused too. Darius slowly undid the last button of her blouse, baring her two firm orbs, cupped in a white lacy bra. She strained her mind, to think of something to say, but the more she tried, the further it seemed out of her grasp.
‘Um, uh, Darius, just listen to meeee…’ she moaned, as he thumbed a nipple through the floral lace. ‘Stop making me so, so leaky. I’m trying to…um…say…oh…something.’
‘Do you want me to touch your pussy?’
Isabelle’s breath hitched. ‘I…I can’t…I don’t know…I think so…I want you to, oh Darius, I neeeeed you…’
‘I want doesn’t get, Isabelle. Now I’m not sure what’s got into you, but you’re not exactly being cooperative. Let’s try this again.’ Darius gripped her waist, pushing her away from him. Isabelle whimpered, but Darius pushed her to the wall. She could barely walk, and she stumbled backwards, her legs stretched out, propping her back up against the wall. She ran a hand through her hair, her firm breasts thrust outwards, her skirt bunched around her heels.
‘Isabelle, take off your skirt.’ Isabelle slowly lifted her left leg, still encased in a white translucent stocking, and lifted it out of her skirt. He admired her smooth, caramel skin, and the tight curves of her calves and thighs. As she moved her legs, he saw her labia rub against each other, sending a tremor through her body. Finally she kicked away her skirt, presenting her endless, graceful legs, her creamy thighs wide open. Her labia was a rosy pink, engorged and flaring. Inside, he saw the wet, raw interior of her sweet pussy.
As if caressed by his gaze, her pussy convulsed, and Isabelle groaned in delight.
‘Please Darius…my pussy has been, uh, like this all day…it was so hard without you around…it just begged for, ah, for your touch. Please Darius, I need you to, uh, stroke it and touch it or I’m going to go crazy.’
‘And what about your lack of panties?’
‘Mmh, it was hard, yeah it was, mmm, I felt so horny without you…I knew I couldn’t…mmm…touch myself, but that just made me more, uh, excited.’
‘And so you want me to help you? To touch your pussy for you?’
Isabelle nodded frantically, strands of long hair falling down her face. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she knew she couldn’t touch herself, so she ran them up her waist, groping her tits, caressing her nipples, running them down to her thighs…
‘I would love to touch your pussy, Isabelle. You’ve been a very good girl today. I think you deserve a treat.’
Isabelle was too gone to care. She was breathing hard, eyes glazed over, utterly lost to her arousal. She unclasped her bra, her tits swaying as it dropped to the floor. Darius walked up to her, and she stared at him pleadingly. He ran his hand through her hair, whilst his other crept down towards her sex. He leaned in and pulled her head towards his. Her parted lips met his, and they kissed. Their tongues brushed and played with each other, soft and teasing. Suddenly he cupped her pubis, and ran a finger through her folds, stroking her warm depths. Isabelle’s mind exploded. She didn’t know how horny she had been until he touched her, but now sparks flew in her mind, the sensation propelling her arousal to mind-numbing heights. Her blue eyes widened, and she cried out, her thighs quivering as he held her warm mound, juices coating his fingers. She bucked and shuddered, driven utterly wild by a single touch. Her hair hung in front of her face as she gasped and moaned, and she squeezed her breasts with both hands. She rode the crest of her passion, her mind utterly consumed by her pussy, throbbing, pumping out waves of warmth. Her thighs, calves, toes, breasts felt electric, as the warm rush cascaded over every nerve. All her thoughts fizzled out as she submitted to his touch. After a minute of pure rapture, her burning arousal became a soft warm glow, but her nipples and clitoris were still craving his touch, ultra-sensitive beacons of delight broadcasting her pleasure.
Darius took his fingers, still coated in her sticky juices, and brought them up to her face, where he rubbed them against her softly parted lips. She tentatively lapped at his digit with her tongue, tasting the tangy moisture. She then took each finger in turn, sucking down to the tip, before licking her lips and smiling dreamily.
When Darius grasped her hand and brought it to his crotch, he felt no resistance. She was like putty in his hands. She flashed him a sultry smile as her delicate fingers traced the outline of his erection in his trousers.
Oh my God, Darius thought. This is it. She deftly unzipped his trousers, her warm breath a soft caress on his neck as he once again tickled the folds of her pussy. He felt her fingers wrap around his boxers, tugging them down swiftly. His dick sprung out, brushing against her soft hands as it was freed. Darius groaned. Isabelle plunged her hands into her sopping cunt, then clasped his shaft in her hand, pulling and stroking it; teasing him.
When his dick was fully coated in her juices, he held the base of his shaft, and nudged the folds of her pussy. Isabelle groaned and thrust her hips forwards, the teasing too much for her to handle. For a second her labia caressed the tip, but then he pulled back, to Isabelle’s dismay. She whimpered and bit her lip.
‘Darius…’ she whined. ‘Stop teasing me!’ She playfully slapped his arm.
Darius grinned, and slid his dick into her tight lips, the walls of her pussy warm and delightful. He held her slim waist, and Isabelle melted into his touch.
‘Oh my God, yes…’ she cooed, lightly nudging her hips forwards to meet his slow thrusts. Her tight pussy massaged every nerve of his shaft, pleasure ebbing and flowing with every movement.
‘Isabelle, I love this. I love you. But I, uh, haven’t been totally honest…’ He ran a hand higher, and cupped the curve of her breast. He took the fabric of her blouse, and slipped it down her arms, caressing the skin. It dropped to the floor, her firm breasts jiggling.
‘Mh-hm?’ she mumbled. ‘I guess I haven’t been either.’ Her fingers found their way under his shirt, lazily grazing her fingers against his muscles.
‘Mmh, what?’ Darius asked.
‘I told you, um, how I found it hard to focus with no panties on today…’ she told him, rolling her hips on his thick shaft. ‘Well, you know Mr Edwards, my maths teacher…he found out.’ Isabelle looked at him, a bashful smile on her face.
‘Yeah?’ Darius said. To be honest, he was having trouble listening with the wonderful pleasure racing through his body, and the beautiful specimen cooing and sighing before him.
‘Well, he spanked me, and then, um…Darius please don’t be angry, but then he…made me, oh yes, suck his dick.’
Darius blinked. ‘What? And did you do it?’ He felt his blood freeze.
Isabelle looked at him plaintively. ‘Darius, please don’t be angry! I had no choice! He was going to force me to see him after school, but I just wanted to see you…’
Darius didn’t know what to say. He wanted to be sick, he wanted to kill this Mr Edwards. How fucking dare he. How fucking dare he take my Isabelle. Doesn’t he know… He gulped. ‘Did he touch your pussy?’
Isabelle shook her head. ‘No, never Darius. Never disobey you. Only you-’
‘Yes Isabelle, ok.’ Darius felt numb. His fists clenched. Deep breaths. Revenge can wait. He picked up the speed of his thrusts, rocking her body against the wall.
‘Darius! Are you upset with me?’ She sounded on the verge of tears.
‘No. I know you can’t help it.’ Her nervousness vanished, and her eyes twinkled at him.
‘It was my fault really. You’re not really like this. I should have been more specific with my commands.’
Isabelle was blushing now, her adorable rosy cheeks the same colour as her pussy. ‘Mmh, I’m…what do you mean…I’m not, oh, like this?’ Something in Isabelle was terrified. Something dormant had suddenly awoken.
‘Come on Isabelle, you would never behaved like such a slut even one week ago. Isn’t that weird to you?’ Her hands were behind her head, her fingers tangled in her chestnut hair. Her breasts jiggled freely with each thrust of Darius’ erect penis. Darius took a perverse delight in taunting her whilst she was so vulnerable, so horny.
‘Uh, I mean I guess so, yeah…’ she mumbled.
‘Well here’s why. You’ve always been the hottest girl in the school. You have the most magnificent figure, the most amazing blue eyes, you are perfection. I wanted you to be mine.’
Isabelle smiled faintly. ‘Mmh, Darius…stop.’
He continued. ‘I knew I had to have you. When I found out I could, I had to try. I found a mind-altering virus on the web…I used it on you – and here we are.’
Something inside Isabelle screamed. She wanted her to claw her eyes out, to scream…but Isabelle was gone. Darius saw her blink a few times, then stumble backwards, gasping.
‘What the…what the fuck…’ she whispered. She looked around slowly, as if seeing everything for the first time. She looked down at her breasts, Darius’ eager cock. She felt a hammering inside her mind.
‘Woah, let’s not get too upset. You were begging for my cock a few minutes ago.’ Darius said, indignant.
Isabelle shook her head, muttering ‘no, no no no no no…’ she stumbled backwards, fully naked apart from her heels, her hands feeling her way along the wall. Her wide eyes scanned the room.
Darius strode towards her, staring down at her delectable yet fragile form. She shivered, her skin bristling against his gaze.
‘W-w-why, what have you done to me?’ Isabelle said, crossing her legs, her hands crossed around her breasts.
‘Isabelle…it’s ok…’ Darius reached out his arm, and tenderly separated her legs. Despite her distress, she offered no resistance. His dick was still raging hard before him, quivering.
‘Stop…Darius…noooo…stop it, please’ She begged him, her thighs spreading nonetheless.
‘Isabelle, do you remember what you said to me the first time I touched your pussy? Do you remember what you said you where?’
Isabelle shut her eyes and shivered. ‘Yes, Darius but…that wasn’t me, that was…youuu…’
His erection nudged against her pussy lips. ‘You looked like a slut to me. You sounded like a slut to me. You were practically begging me to finger you.’
Isabelle whimpered. ‘Nooooo…’ Darius slipped his hard shaft inside, her moist depths gripping his cock. He began to thrust, slowly.
‘Isabelle, I care about you like no one else cares about you, so I have a proposition. In roughly 10 days time, your brain will be altered irreparably, and you will never be able to break the conditioning. So, if you’re not a slut like you say – you must prove it to me within that time-frame – by say, next wednesday. If you complete the tasks I give you, I will reverse the conditioning. Is that fair?’ Darius knew this didn’t make sense, but Isabelle’s mind was so fried that he doubted she would really pick up on it. The tasks he had in mind were wonderfully erotic, so it was a win-win situation. Besides, after it had all been done, he was sure she wouldn’t want to turn back.
Isabelle’s eyes were wide open. He would have thought he were fucking a doll were it not for the imperceptible sway in her hips that met his every thrust. She bit her lip. ‘Uh, oh, let me…uh, think…’
Darius continued pounding into her, and he could feel his orgasm fast approaching.
‘What, uh, oh yes…what would I have to do…to…um, to prove that, mmm, I’m not…such…such a slut?’ she asked, her voice hitching.
‘Mmm…I’ve thought of 3 things I’d…oh…like you to do for me…is that ok?’
Isabelle’s eyes darted around. She took a few deep breaths, arching her back. Darius couldn’t resist cupping her breast and thumbing her nipple. She sighed.
‘Yes….’ Isabelle’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her pussy walls tightening on Darius’ pistoning cock. She bit her lip, and wrapped her long legs around him, as he pounded her into the wall. ‘Yes yes yes yes yes…’
Darius felt like he might explode. She was so fucking hot, her perfect face the pinnacle of submissive beauty. Isabelle locked eyes with him and smiled. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around him, her silky thighs caressing his hips, gyrating her sex against him. He held onto her waist, and pulled her in, her nipples grazing against his chest.
‘Oh my God Isabelle, yes, yes I’m about to…mmmh, come.’ He felt a warm rush in his penis, and then he was coming inside her, her quivering hole milking his seed. Darius was in heaven, riding the crests of each wave of pleasure, her moist depths a well of delight as he continued thrusting inside her.
‘Oh my sweet Isabelle, yes, my horny little minx’ he whispered into her ear as he kissed her, her yielding lips on his. Her breasts cushioned on his chest, waves of pleasure rolling through him with each load of cum spurting inside her. As his dick softened, it lolled out of her pussy, white cum dripping out of her sex. He smeared the tip on and around her labia to remove any remnants of his cum. Her legs relaxed their tight grip on his hips, and she sunk to the floor, and they both basked in the afterglow of orgasm.
Darius cupped Isabelle’s chin, rubbing his thumb over her rosy cheeks. He smiled at her. She scowled back.
‘You’re a horrid, horrid man, Darius. But when you make love to me…I’ve never felt something quite so wonderful…’ she trailed off, tracing her aeroela with a lazy finger.
Darius tucked his dick into his underwear and zipped up his trousers. He leant over and gave Isabelle a kiss on the forehead. ‘If you want your freedom,’ he told her, ‘you’ll first have to seduce one of your friends. It’s up to you which. You can use this to help.’ He chucked her his throwaway phone. ‘22 characters left. Use them wisely. Any text sent by this will be an irresistible command.’
She stared down at the phone, then looked up at him. ‘And then what?’
Darius grinned. ‘Well, if you can do all 3 tasks, and at the end tell me you didn’t enjoy it, you will prove you’re not a slut. You’ve got till Wednesday. Good luck.’ He put his hands in his pockets and left the room, whistling a faint tune. Isabelle was sat there, cum leaking out of her pussy, staring ahead in a daze.