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Subject: {ASSM} Sonya Undone Part 2 Chap 1 {Dick Cummings} (MF cyber mast)
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Sonya Undone (MF cyber)
Part Two:  An Idle Mind...
Chapter One

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WARNING: This story is fiction, and should be treated as such. The
following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex
stories upset you, DO NOT read any further. If it is illegal in your
geographical location, DO NOT read it.
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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This work is copyright (2002) by the 
author, aka Dick Cummings. This work may be posted on any web site that does 
not charge for access to this work. All other rights reserved by author, 
contact at DickCummings@hotmail.com for permission prior to use. This work 
depicts sexual situations and conduct which may be offensive to some and / 
or illegal in some jurisdictions. The author does not engage in or encourage 
the reader to engage in illegal or unsafe to any participant. This work 
depicts violence in sexual situations. The author does not engage in or 
encourage the reader to engage in any activity which might be harmful to any 
participant.
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Sonya Undone

Part 2:  An Idle Mind...

Chapter 1

I didn't know a lot about Sonya, but what I did know gave me the key to 
learning more.  I knew she was a horny woman using the Internet to fulfill 
her desires.  Now all I had to do was devise a way to use her curiosity and 
desires to give me more information about her.  The computer was the key.  
She used the computer and the Internet to contact Frank (and who knows how 
many others) to provide her with the cyber sex experiences she so enjoyed.  
All I had to do was come up with a way to take advantage of that connection. 
  And I had an idea.

I got up and hit the shower to clean up the mess that my orgasm had left 
lingering on me.  After a quick shower I stripped the sheets from the bed 
and tossed them in the washer to cleanse the copious quantities of cum from 
them as well.  I was awed by the amount of my scum that had erupted when I 
came.  I haven't cum that much since I was twelve and had just learned the 
joys of self-gratification.  When I passed through the kitchen I switched on 
the coffeemaker and after starting the washer there was enough coffee brewed 
to pull myself a cup.   After adding my normal dose of cream and sugar, I 
settled into the chair in front of my computer, ready to begin the work of 
preparing my attack on Sonya's computer.

A quick search using Google led me to a hacker's site.  Exploring it I found 
several things that had potential.  Hmmmm, here's a Trojan horse program 
that installs a back door access point, allowing full access to the computer 
when it's connected to the Internet.  That would be my first task.  I 
downloaded the code and started to work.  Working feverishly for two hours I 
modified the code, transforming it into an ActiveX control.  The control 
appeared to be a graphic image file containing video, but as the data for 
the picture streamed in, so did the code that installed and activated the 
back door.  I put the code on a web page on my test server and accessed it 
from the test workstation I use for Microsoft training.  It worked!  Once 
the video had been viewed on the target computer, I was able to connect to 
the computer using the master program for the Trojan.  I had my first hook 
ready; all I needed now was some bait to put on it and a pond to fish in...

For bait I used my new digital camera, an Olympus C4040 to record fifteen 
seconds of myself masturbating, culminating in three strong spurts of jizz 
flying out of my cock.  I incorporated this as the video data in the Trojan 
horse ActiveX control.  Then I logged on to GeoCities and registered for a 
free site there, using a set of false credentials.  Moments later my baited 
hook was in the pond, in the form of a web page containing the Trojan.  Now 
all I had to do was to pull on the line to let Sonya know she had a 
nibble....

I quickly wrote an email to Sonya.  I used Frank as the name of the sender 
and a dummy address.
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From:  Frank
To: Sonya
Subject: See me cum...

Sonya, sweet slut, do you want to see how hard I came when you shoved your 
fingers deep in your ass?  I had a cam going and captured it.  Check it out 
at http://www.geocities.com/communities/transient/Frank....

Frank

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I crossed my fingers for luck and clicked the mouse to send the fake message 
into the Net.  Now all I had to do was wait and pray that Sonya would take 
the bait.  Hopefully she would not be able to resist the chance to see Mr. 
Hot Shot Frank shooting his load for her...

I checked the time and found that it was almost seven a.m.  Shit, I had to 
be here at my computer when Sonya took the bait.  I had to respond to the 
Trojan when it reported successful installation.  I picked up the phone and 
called work.  Putting on my best "down in the mouth" voice I told my boss 
that I had caught some kind of bug and wouldn't be able to make it to work.

"Well Dick, you just take care of yourself and get well soon.  We sure need 
you here but you have to be able to pull the load, which it certainly 
doesn't sound like you can do right now.  I'll see you tomorrow."

I took a moment to refresh my coffee and smoke a cigarette.  As the smoke 
from my Viceroy curled around me I revisited the hacker site, looking for 
the rest of the tools I needed to make my plan work.  First I found an IP 
packet redirector package.  When the client portion was installed on a 
computer, all outgoing data was sent to a computer that hosted the 
redirector server.  That computer could do anything with the data.  I 
pounded the keyboard for an hour and soon had a working program.  All 
Internet traffic from Sonya's computer would come to my computer.  My 
computer would make a copy of every packet and then send it on its way to 
the intended destination, with my computer listed as the source.  Whenever 
the remote system on the Internet answered Sonya's computer, the answer 
would first come to my computer.  Again, it would make a copy of the data 
and then send it onward to Sonya.  Since I was running a P4, 2.2 GHz 
computer with 512 MB of ram the process should be so smooth that she would 
never notice the delay.

Another trip to the hacker site produced a small but elegant keystroke 
logger.  When installed it would make a copy of every keystroke and put it 
in a file on Sonya's computer.  I would be able to use the Trojan backdoor 
to pick up the file and copy it to my system, enabling me to know everything 
that Sonya was typing on her computer.  Now all I had to do was sit back and 
wait for Sonya to come online and take my bait...

I don't recall a day that passed so slowly.  The minutes seemed like hours.  
I had to stick close to my computer.  If Sonya took the bait I might have 
only a few minutes to log in using the Trojan horse backdoor and install the 
other two programs.  The worst part of waiting was that I had no idea when 
she would use the Net.  Every time I had to leave the computer I was 
anxious, afraid that I would miss the window of opportunity.  Lunch was a 
quickly made sandwich, just a slab of ham slapped between two pieces of 
bread.  I choked it down while keeping an eye on my display, looking in vain 
for the indicator that the backdoor was available.  I had to make a couple 
of quick dashes to the bathroom for the unavoidable calls of nature, but was 
back to the computer in record time.  Suppertime came and went.  I called 
P-Hut for a quick delivery and managed to enjoy it even though it was cold 
and stiff as cardboard when it arrived.

In my waiting hours I played with code for the backdoor monitor module.  A 
few minutes coding and the improved version now had an audible alarm that 
sounded when the backdoor was available.  In my boredom I hit the Net.  
First I checked out LikeMyNudePhoto.  The images kept coming in but all I 
could think about was the sight of Sonya's ample breasts with those long, 
hard nipples.  Then I moved on to ASSTR's web site.  I found that once again 
the site seemed to be flooded with gay male stories.  I was starting to feel 
like I must be the only straight male still existing in the wild.  As the 
hours crept by there was still no sound from the backdoor alarm.

Sometime after two a.m. I must have nodded off.  Again my sleep was filled 
with dreams of Sonya.  It seemed that I was standing in the shadows of her 
home office.  The night was late and Sonya was seated at her computer.  She 
must have bathed before she started using the computer tonight because a 
pink chenille robe had draped her ample body.  The coarse fabric had fallen 
from her shoulders and she had pulled her arms from the sleeves.  Now it lay 
bunched up, with the front open, revealing the full mounds of her breasts.  
The rough surface of the robe rode against the sides of those magnificent 
tits, causing them to redden from the abrasion.

She stared intently at the monitor, her eyes somewhat glazed with lust as 
they moved slightly while she read the text on the screen.  Her right hand 
was on the keyboard, tapping out short responses to the text that scrolled 
in the Yahoo Messenger's window.  Her left hand moved urgently over the soft 
contours of her body, fingers plucking first at her nipples and then 
plunging into the sopping wet slit of her twat.  Several times she dropped 
her right hand to her smoothly shaved cunt and pulled it open with both 
hands as her thumbs pinched the stiff little nub of her clit between her 
fingernails.  She groaned and moaned in frustrated pleasure and I could 
clearly see that the robe beneath her thighs was drenched with the flow of 
her juices.

The room was filled with her odor, the scent of a woman in heat who craved 
complete satisfaction.  It hung heavy in the air and I felt my own lust rise 
within me.  I freed my organ from the confines of my pants and stood in the 
darkness, watching her and stroking my cock feverishly as she pleasured 
herself.  One of her hands reached up to maul and twist her heaving boobs as 
they sway to the rhythm of her other hand which was now pounding three 
fingers madly in and out of her gash.  The juices flowing from her vagina 
made loud squishing sounds at she drove her digits deep into her hot hole.  
Sonya's right hand clutched at her left tit and grabbed the nipple tightly.  
She pulled it out away from her body, causing the breast to stretch into a 
taunt cone.  Then she pinched hard, wringing the swollen nipple as her body 
began to shudder.  Her moans because harsh screams of release as her soft 
stomach contracted, squeezing hard against the pleasure.  Suddenly she went 
absolutely stiff, her plump thighs clamped tight around her left wrist, as 
if trying to prevent it from escaping the wet tunnel of her womanhood.  As 
she shook with the waves of completion coursing through her body I felt my 
shaft thicken and tremble and I too was awash in release.  I pumped my cock 
and felt my cum travel up through my shaft and spurt before me.  My spunk 
flew from the shadows and coated her huge mounds with large drops of cum.  
The computer seemed to be going crazy, beeping insistently to get her 
attention.  I woke up with a jerk to find that it was my computer making the 
annoying racket.  I shifted in my chair to reach for the mouse and felt the 
creeping warmth, damp between my thighs.  A quick touch told me that my 
underwear was soaked with cum.

I glanced at the screen and saw the icon for the Trojan backdoor flashing.  
Clicking on the icon I typed in my password.  The moments ground to a halt 
as I waited for the response.

"Access Granted"

I was in!  Now I could take control of Sonya's computer and learn what she 
was really doing.  I felt a surge as my manhood stiffened and strained 
against the confines of my nasty, cum filled briefs.  There was nothing to 
stop me now.  My hands caressed the keyboard, sending the commands that 
would grant my desires...





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