Q&D #3 Demontools.exe
"Demontools.exe. Huh."
Kris scratched at his bearded chin as he regarded the decidedly unfamiliar icon that was mixed in with the others on his desktop. It was one that he couldn't remember ever seeing before. He moved the mouse cursor over to it and brought up the properties info.
Created...20/09... 16:06:36.
That was yesterday. He tried to think back, attempting in vain to push through the haze that had clouded the afternoon onwards. He and his visiting friends had gotten themselves wasted--and stoned--pretty quickly, so it was all a bit of a blur really. He did remember booting up his computer to transfer some ripped and cracked software to one of the guys, so maybe he had done more than that? It sounded vaguely familiar to him though, so maybe he had installed it for some reason. What that reason was though, he currently had no clue. Web searches turned up only the name of and the purchasing website for a very similar named software, so he began to wonder if it was a cracked version of that. Virus scans turned up nothing either when he swept over the file. He considered just deleting it, but his innate curiosity stayed his hand. What _real_harm could there be? So with a sigh, Kris double-clicked on the icon.
Nothing happened.
He waited a few seconds and then impatiently double-clicked again. Again, nothing happened. Furrowing his brow and pursing his lips at the odd behaviour, he moved to bring up the task manager.
Ow, fuck! What the hell?
Kris swore and as he jumped in his seat, banging his knees against the underside of his desk in the process, as every virus scanner and firewall he had running began blaring and flashing their alarms, reporting all manner of intrusions, attacks, and dire warnings of infected files and network attacks. Kris' curses turned sulphuric as he retrieved the can of soda that he'd knocked off his desk and grabbed an old worn shirt to mop up the bubbling puddle from his bedroom carpet. Then as he sat back up again, and just as quickly as they had appeared, all the alarms and alerts fell silent and vanished. He tossed the soaked shirt into his laundry basket and warily regarded his computer and compulsively rubbed the back of his neck--a behavioural tic he'd never been able to quit doing. Everything seemed...normal again.
He clicked through all his security applications and indeed saw nothing amiss at all. Just green status lights and reports and no reported evidence of viruses, intrusions, attacks or anything whatsoever. All the same though, he cautiously left one scanning. He figured though that one of his so-called 'friends' had placed a prank application on his computer that would have such an effect on his scanners. Yeah, that was it.
Trolled...ha...ha...ha...
Kris irritably deleted the file and emptied his recycle bin, happy now to just see the back of the annoying prank program. Sighing to himself at the childishness of whichever 'friend' had pranked him in such a fashion, he pushed himself up off his chair and headed off in the direction of the kitchen to grab some carpet cleaner and proper cloths to clean the frothing puddle up before it stains. He snorted and shook his head as he padded down the hallway; he'd get whoever had done this back for sure.
Back in the bedroom, the desktop image on the screen of Kris' computer began to pixelate and distort as inhuman and iconic glyphs twinkled into existence. A dull static-riven buzzing sound radiated outwards from his speakers as a particularly hellish piece of code awoke and began to spread its tendrils throughout the OS. In its unearthly digital wake, it corrupted files and functions to a perverse new purpose--a purpose that Kris would discover all too soon. But for now, it would be_secretive_ and mask its presence while its intrusive influence matured.
And by the time that Kris returned with his cleaning tools, everything on his computer was as it had been before he had clicked Demontools.exe.
Kris rolled his eyes in disgusted frustration. His semi-erect member slipped out of his fingers and had already begun to rapidly droop as yet another video turned out to be a total disappointment. His usual video site for this sort of material had begun to clean up its act in an effort to compete with more legitimate video sites and bringing to a halt the rather laissez-faire attitude it had previously regarded the kind of porn he favoured. This 'clean sweep' had left him with videos where the juicy bits had been shaved off in an effort to stay on the site. He sighed and slipped his dick back into his opened boxers. Of course, there were an endless amount of hardcore porn sites he could visit, but there was just a better class of girl on his usual one, even more so when there were two or more of them, even if the material was indeed softer. Though in truth, he preferred that to the_obviously_ fake hardcore stuff.
Now in a dismal mood, he clicked on another video. He knew though that going by the one minute length, he was going to be prompted to visit a paying porn site to see more,just when it was getting good. He watched the two genuinely gorgeous babes going through the motions of a staged scene. He shook his head in resignation as he felt arousal building and his cock stiffening in anticipation for a moment he knew would _never_come. Not without forking over $9.99 for premium access to whichever site the full video hid from him on.
If only they would just get down to business and fuck.
He patiently waited and wondered why he continued to torture himself so as the video reached the 57 second mark and then expected scene-masking ad flashed up.
Well fu-
He blinked in confusion as the ad suddenly vanished and the video carried on playing. He blinked again as the two girls, a brunette and a redhead, moved to do just as he had idly wished. The foxy redhead grabbed and yanked the brunette down onto the bed with her with an eager ferocity that he did not often see in softcore vids and began remove their clothes. He blinked again and looked down at the time bar and saw that it had continued to keep ticking and slipping outside of the constraints of its frame as if it had graphically glitched. His attention was, unsurprisingly, pulled back to two semi-naked girls now writhing against one another. Kris grinned, his member now swelling into a full-blown boner and he eagerly grabbed it again and began to pump. Someone had obviously_screwed up and uploaded the _full video rather than the click-baiting shortened version. All to his advantage _and_pleasure.
The scene quickly turned into _his_kind of lurid, the pretty girls finding innumerable ways to pleasure each other in ways that sounded and looked completely spontaneous and genuine and without the edge of fake vulgarity that so many other hardcore porn vids possessed. As the redhead and brunette locked lips and one grabbed the other's thong-sporting ass in a long-nailed and firmly handed grip--one of his personal favourite _mmpph_moments--he spilled his seed pretty quickly. He did so again a second time, forcing himself to edge now, as the video hit the fifteen minute mark with no sign of stopping and the raunchy foreplay continued. Panting and hot, spent and feeling distinctly sore, he reluctantly closed the video. But not before adding it to his browser favourites list. He'd certainly enjoy the rest of it later, even though he was sure that chances were that the video would be taken down pretty quickly once the erroneous upload was discovered. He snorted as he wiped himself dry with one of the semi-dry cloths that he'd earlier wiped up the spilled soda with.
If only all the vids were all like that.
It really did seem to be his lucky day. Kris had returned to the site later that evening and found that to his astonishment, and certainly to his perverse delight, that every video he clicked on seemed to have been replaced with an 'uncut' version--even ones he had previously visited before and seen the click-bait. He then proceeded to wallow for a couple of hours in a parade of sexual situations that all went on for far longer than expected, some of which left the girls in a thoroughly ragged and exhausted state, even more than he felt after a couple of hours of jacking off. Weirdly, the videos often just continued onwards without breaking to scenes of them panting listlessly on the bed in near-silence with their rampaging lusts and energies completely spent to a point beyond endurance. That certainly wasn't something you saw in any kind of porn video, not the ones he'd seen anyway. It was all very odd.
His confusion and a gnawing suspicion that there was something weird going on only deepened when he accidentally clicked upon one of the rare pre-roll ads, and subsequently found that the actors of an otherwise innocent soda commercial were also frantically getting down to some hot-and-heavy stuff. Kris was damned sure that it was far from normal for a family-friendly company to post a video like that.
"What the..."
He stared at the screen in utter disbelief at what he was now seeing. A small orgy was furiously underway on the bonnet of the sports car present in the ad, with both male and female character actors hurriedly tearing their clothes off one another in a now all-too-familiar fashion. He clicked another ad video, and then another, and found that they were all like that. Kris sat back, boxers pulled down around his thighs with an uncertain boner wavering between them. It seemed, and as crazy as it sounded as he actually considered the idea, whatever he lewdly thought and fantasised about now seemed to be appearing on the screen. Almost as if those fantasies were twisting the very videos themselves. It was crazy, but_..._it _was_happening.
Morbid and a growing carnal curiosity tugged at him now to put this newfound theory to the test. It needed to be something...totally out there, totally wild. Something that would leave him in no doubt whatsoever. Kris made his choice of one normally 100% innocent video and paused it just as it began playing. The young housewife holding an empty bowl and her happy-looking pet dog froze in place. The strategically placed box of branded pet food left viewers in little doubt what kind of ad it would be. Kris smiled crookedly, feeling his head swim from dizzying and lurid arousal, feeling a little self-conscious now, as he projected his thoughts.
If only that woman and that dog would fuck.
Sure enough as he clicked the play icon, the video seemed to flicker for a moment and then, they did just that. The dog, a husky mix, began to needily whine, back legs trembling as the tip of a hefty canine member suddenly hove into view beneath its white-furred belly. A hot reddening flush spread upwards along the neck and cheeks of the suddenly lust-stricken housewife. Groaning with that sudden rampaging desire, the bowl dropped from her fingers and she began to unbutton her dress and tried to wriggle out of it as swiftly as she was able to. Kris let out a strangled and disbelievingly aroused moan at the lurid scene unfolding before him and reached down for stiffened dick as the now semi-naked woman slipped off her panties and got down on all floors on the set of the kitchen floor. The camera angles began to shift for the best possible view, ignoring the previous focus of the ad, as she offered herself to the dog and exposing her puffy dripping sex as she parted her legs and arched her back. The husky wasted no time in accepting the invitation, barking eagerly as it rose up to mount her and lock his paws around her torso with an eagerness and precision one did not see from such forbidden matings. The big husky's hind legs quivered and bucking as it sought to impale her on its swollen red cock.
"Holy fuck..."
Kris wasted no time in pleasuring himself as the lurid display continued. The housewife cried out in ecstatic pleasure as it forced its veined member into the gaping and dripping fold-crowned orifice offered to it and began to drive it back and forth with eager growls and whining snarls. Soon enough, their eagerness for one another showed and following the housewife's violent orgasm, he swiftly knotted her. The big dog squeezed its seed into her as it pounded and locked saliva-dripping jaws locked around the back of her neck and struggled to hold on.
What the fuuuuuck...
Kris' own orgasm was equally as powerful. He reached with a trembling and sticky hand for the pause button so he could collect himself and catch his breath. The mating pair remained frozen in place. He now tried to think rationally about what was happening, something completely extraordinary and unbelievable, and the crazy hot stuff he couldn't possibly be willing to just happen like that.
And yet again, it seemed that he now was.
He hastily tried again on another video, this time with two of his favourite--and most attractive--female pop singers who had collaborated together for a one-time music video. As he had for the dog food ad, he paused it at the very start, and breathed deeply to quieten his racing pulse and focus his thoughts.
I want these girls to fuck each other, and anyone else who appears in the video.
Forty minutes and three orgasms later, Kris managed to hit the pause button to halt the scenes of orgiastic mayhem that had devastated the music set completely as the girls, along with backup dancers, actors, and indeed anyone else who had appeared in the video, fell upon one another with the same kind of rampant lust that he'd seen in his previous 'experiments'. Sore, exhausted enough to tremble with fatigue and entirely spent, he closed the browser and dragged himself off to his bed to fall exhausted onto the bed. The young man's mind reeled at the comprehension of what he had discovered was now possible for him to suddenly be able to achieve with just a mere thought.
And behind the screen, lying deep within the depths of his computer system, the demonically malignant code and presence that had been tapping into his thoughts and corrupting and manipulating the pixels in accordance to those lurid wishes was pleased. It had found an all-too-eager and malleable mortal tool to further its agenda and upon which to satiate its own diabolical needs.
As superpowers went, the ability to suddenly control what was happening in online videos would perhaps not have been Kris's first choice for one to suddenly be granted.
What would I call myself? Lewd-o-tron? The Pornunator? Sexual-Fantasyman?
Of course, that he could do something other than bring lurid sexual whims to life with those powers hadn't really occurred to him--as the malignant digital intelligence that had infected his computer and granted him such an ability had successfully--and rather smugly--anticipated in its new toy and tool.
He tried to use what he thought of as his newfound superpower of dubious morality sparingly as he struggled to come to terms with its existence. He'd been more than a little disappointed to find that it didn't work out there in the 'real world'. And that the altered videos didn't seem to have any lasting ramifications. He had checked the news and gossip columns and sites thoroughly after he'd woken up, curious to see if he'd find headline morning news about a wave of sudden sexual depravities and listing off those videos he had somehow altered.
But there had been nothing. Not a single mention.
"Other superheroes can fly, shoot laser beams from their eyes, or stick to walls," he mused somewhat despondently as he gazing up at his ceiling and his smartphone slipping from his fingers to thump softly against his bed mattress. "What did the cosmic rays from space or radiation from an experiment gone wrong grant me? Just every voyeur's wet dream..."
Kris snorted and rolled onto his side, hissing as his growing boner brushed against the bed sheets. It wasn't all that bad, after all. He began to fantasize about the things that he'd seen the day before, and seemingly in response to his merest whim. His hand instinctively found and began to stroke his now solidly erect member and grunted heavily as he settled into his favourite position for jerking off in. Several new fantasies to explore with his apparent superpower, each more lurid than the one before it, were unfolding in his mind and further spurring his need for release. He grinned tightly, his bearded face flushing as he began to pant and squirm to his jerky hand movements and furious pumping.
No, it wasn't all that bad. Considering that with just the click of a mouse and a lewd little thought, he would be able to bring each and every one of them to life before his very eyes.
//Kris, where have you been? Haven't heard from you for a few days. :c//
Kris guiltily froze as the message notification popped up in one corner of his screen. It was Abby, one of his closest friends. He quickly paused and somewhat self-consciously minimized the video he had just that second loaded up to work his sexy magic over, and began to tap away at the keyboard as he brought up his instant messenger.
//Sorry Abby, caught up in a few things. //
//Oh? Like what? :)//
The ever-curious Abby. Kris bit his lower lip and chewed it, wondering what excuse he could make for his lack of contact with his online friend. He briefly considered and then dismissed telling her what had happened.
"Oh yeah, how's _that_going to go down? Oh hey Abby, guess what I can do now?"
He snorted in derisive and muttering self-amusement as he quickly quashed that idea, at least for now. Abby was hardly straight-laced, in the past they had done some pretty kinky things together in roleplay over IM. He then gazed at the clock, realising that he'd been silent for a pretty suspicious length of time--something that would be noticed by someone as inquisitive as Abby. He hastily tapped out an answer, still thinking about the now dashed hopes for the fantasy he'd cooked up for the minimized vid.
//Ah, y'know, just stuff. Studying hard and all that.//
//Studying? You? ~.~//
Kris winced as he realised that he'd goofed. He was hardly a star student, one that Abby was forever poking to study harder.
//You're always saying that I should, so...taking your advice.//
//...finally taking it. >.>//
He began to relax, getting the impression that he'd managed to placate her. His attention wavered back to the minimized video, now squirming impatiently in his seat as the sheer deliciousness of the fantasy that he planned to unleash on the female actors continued to gnaw at him. Then it dropped back to the messenger and rolled his eyes as he saw the 'typing...' indicator below Abby's last message and knew that he'd have to wait a while longer. It didn't feel right somehow doing it when her virtual attention was on him, though he couldn't quite pin down a reason why. Perhaps there was a shred of decency in him after all.
//So what else is new in your life, bud? :)//
They chatted and joked randomly for a little while and all the while the compulsion to say _something_about what had miraculously happened to him became overwhelming. As he began tapping out a rather hastily-phrased explanation, he chickened out at the last moment, deleting his half-typed message and settling for something that would at least give him some cowardly wiggle room to back out of telling her, however lame the feeling of doing so felt.
//Might have something else new to tell you about. Not sure yet.//
//Ohhhh? You do huh? Who is she? ;)//
Kris blinked at the sudden incongruous question and his cheeks suddenly flushed at her teasing insinuation and he began typing rather more hastily.
//What? No-one, its nohting like that.//
//Made a typing error, Mr Always Literate. ;3 Sure there's nooootthing you want to tell me right now? X3//
//No! But if there is, I'll be sure to let you know soon enough.//
//Okies, but I'll find out what you're hiding if you don't, you know I will. X3//
Kris sighed. He certainly knew that all too well. Sooner or later, he'd have to tell her or forever be subjected to a battery of annoyingly persistent questioning. Though just what to tell her, was the sixty-four million dollar question. Right now though, and as fun as Abby was to chat to, in spite of her overuse of emoticons, he didn't think he could wait any longer before directing his attention towards his latest fantasy.
//Gotta go, Abby. Gotta get back to studying.//
//Oh-kay, bye bye Kris. X3//
He quickly signed off the messenger with a slightly relieved sigh and shuffled back in his chair, fumbling with his belt as he once more brought up his browser. Thanks to his newfound powers, the latest batch of wannabe reality TV show models would go through a challenge he was sure none of them would have ever expected.
Meanwhile, the malignant digital entity within his computer had listened, and listened well to his conversation with Abby. Sensing her importance to Kris, it had already set wheels in motion to add her to his list of tools to use in the furtherance of its own perverted goals.
Abby pursed her lips in thought as she read the email from Kris that hand popped up in her webmail inbox.
'Hey Abby! This is the thing I wanted to tell you about. Just download the attachment and run it, I promise it'll be worth it! Kris.'
She gazed sceptically at the attachment, hovering her cursor over it to bring up the tool-tip, and crooked an eyebrow at the file's name.
Demontools.exe, huh?
Abby shook her head, a motion that sent her blonde-tipped bangs flying about her slender cheeks. This_had_ to be one of Kris's silly little jokes. She considered sending back a sarcastic message and scrapping the message. But of course curiosity, her trademark insatiable curiosity, overruled that decision. What if it something funny and she missed out on it? Sighing at herself, she tucked in her legs closed to the base of her chair and leaned forward and idly chewed on a curl of hair as she downloaded the attachment. She gave it a cursory scan and after finding nothing suspect in the report, she double-clicked it.
As with Kris, nothing happened at first. Abby's brow furrowed and then also like Kris, she let out a yelp as her virus scanner screeched warnings at her and sought her immediate attention. And just like her friend, she cursed as she banged a knee painfully on the underside of her desk as she was jolted by the alerts. Ignoring her throbbing knee, Abby quickly grabbed her mouse and moved the cursor over to the 'disinfect' icon. Then she halted as the alert died and all the AV status icons turned green.
What the...
So it had been a prank. And not a particularly pleasant one either.
"Kris you asshole!" she hissed, rubbing her bruised knuckles in an effort to soothe the throbbing. "I'll get you back for this!"
She rubbed the sore spot on her knee as she fumbled to bring up the messenger app that she and Kris used and angrily tapped out a message for him to find the next time he signed on.
//Ha ha friggin' ha! Your joke was so funny :P Next time I see anything something called demontools from you, I'mma delete it right away, might just delete anything you send me! :PP//
Feeling a little better now for venting her frustration, she stabbed the enter key. Though the throbbing had started to ebb away, she was left in no less of a prickly mood. Kris knew that something horrible sneaking through her AV protection was one of the things she always worried about. So to send her something that would make her think it had, it was a particularly mean joke. Feeling like needing something to calm herself down with, she pulled up her usual video sharing site and began clicking through her subscriptions and looked for something to take her mind off the prank. She curled her lip as one of the channels she subbed to only to feel therapeutically annoyed about the kind of videos that were posted on there. The video blogger seemed to waver on a daily basis between 'feminazi' ranting and decrying the evils of a non-moral society and its apparent decay, to whatever else suited her drive for fame and popularity, all wrapped up in a prim-and-proper exterior of 'moral conscience'.
Abby hated her with a passion.
She clicked on the last but one video, just to catch up on how full of it the vlogger was that particular day. The annoyingly arrogant face of Kinsey Atkins appeared on the screen, all smug and this time to talk about the evils of internet friendships and dating. Abby could feel her blood already beginning to boil just by watching the bitch smile. She paused the video, feeling that it would be too close to the mark and a little too infuriating for therapy material, and restrained herself to merely shaking her head and sticking her tongue out at the screen in a particularly petulant--but satisfying--display of disapproval.
Ooh, just once, I'd like to see you doing something that would make people think you were a REAL slut. Which I'm sure you really ARE under all that bullshit.
Abby could feel her nostrils beginning to flare, but she felt much better now. She skipped the video and then her finger hovered over the thumbnail for the next video, frowning a little as she looked at it. Had it been like that_before?_ She leaned in closer, blinking as she squinted, raising an eyebrow at what apparently was being depicted there in the preview.
"No way..."
She quickly clicked it and her eyes widened as she read the title, and then further still as the video began playing. It was Kinsey alright, but what she was doing made Abby giggle out in nervous disbelief as she read the title out-loud to herself, as if to reassure her that she wasn't dreaming this all up now.
"A Fucking Good Time."
It sounded like something from right out of amateur porn, but then so did the video. It possessed a low-budget phone camera recording quality and did feature Kinsey Atkins and in a fashion she Abby had most certainly had never seen her before. The prissy blonde was stripped down to her panties and kneeling in some seedy looking night time back alley. Abby felt her cheeks beginning to burn as she watched it with a growing sense of disbelief, fully convinced it was a fake. Though what it was doing on Kinsey's own channel, she couldn't fathom. She continued to watch with a sick kind of fascination as someone approached the self-proclaimed moral crusader from off-camera. Then she let out a startled gasp and another giggle as the camera panned around to reveal the 'SLUT' tattoo emblazoned across Kinsey's bare back and also to show the one just above her crotch.
It was if all her wishes about the irritating blogger had come true.
The blush deepened in Abby's cheeks as the male that had appeared from off-camera stopped before Kinsey with his arms expectantly folded across his chest. The look of abject and perverted sexual hunger on the look of the vlogger's face as she reached up and unzipped him and wordlessly pulled out his cock was almost cringeworthy to behold. She watched, morbidly fascinated, as without a moment's hesitation, Kinsey slipped it into her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck. Then another guy approached, followed by another, and then more still until Kinsey was surrounded by a circle of six.
Holy fuck...
Abby had to admit that it was kind of hot, seeing one of the people that annoyed her the most now sexually degrading herself in such a fashion, and on her own channel no less. Even if it was a fake, which it just had to be. It was certainly a very good fake. This porn star version of Kinsey was a spitting image of her, albeit a totally sluttish version.
She watched breathlessly now as the fake-Kinsey began eagerly unzipping and fishing out the erect members of the guys around her, darting between each and hungrily taking them into her mouth with equal relish and wild abandon. She could see a damp stain spreading across the cotton-white of fake-Kinsey's panties. Abby felt a certain heat of her own pooling between her thighs and she began to squirm, letting out breathy hisses of desire as her stiffened nipples grazed against the pullover that encased her breasts. What was turning her on so? The shameless display of slutty sexuality, or the humiliation? She wasn't quite sure and she didn't feel like probing at her arousal too much at that moment, just in case she didn't like what she found.
But neither did she want to stop the video.
The apparently fake-Kinsey panted and moaned around each mouthful of flesh she took in, and much to the sadistic amusement of those she willingly serviced. Abby had to stop her own hand from drifting down to her own now warm and damp nethers, and forcefully clamped her hands on her thighs as she responded, however unwillingly, to the sheer raw erotic sexuality. The video looked far from fake in terms of the sex; she'd seen enough bad porn with her friends to know when it was. One by one, the nameless males exploded in response to Kinsey's oral ministrations. The sexually humiliated and rampant vlogger luridly revelled in the orgasms as they splattered across her face, into her hair, and down her chest, and eagerly squeezed the remaining droplets of spent seed that hadn't filled her mouth or dribbled down her chin.
Abby stopped the video. Disbelief had finally overridden her sadistic enjoyment and arousal at the shameless display. She rocked back in her chair and gazed wordlessly at the screen. It couldn't be real, or even remotely possible, but seemingly it was. Nor could she couldn't dismiss the timing of the video or how it had also seemingly interpreted her irritation-fuelled desires to see Kinsey shamed and brought them to life.
As she fought with her disbelief at the lurid events, replaying sections of it to make sure she hadn't been hallucinating it, something malignant looked back out from the screen and at her as the mental bond between it and her strengthened. And just as its kin and from which it had been copied had done so, it felt profoundly pleased with itself.
It had found its own useful tool and source, and a particularly fascinating one at that...