Message-ID: <17042eli$9811070003@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/17042.txt> From: "Stephen Lloyd" <mutineer@kew.hotkey.net.au> Subject: fire and submit, mc Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-to: mutineer@kew.hotkey.net.au Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <199811031151.WAA12268@kew.starway.net.au> This story believe it or not, was inspired by my own signature, but, it is still fiction, all of it except place names and the computer game and internet software mentioned in the story. In no way do I mean the internet software mentioned in the story to be used in this fashion. The fact is, it can't be done, so don't even bother trying. hey kids! out! how did you ever end up in here. this is adult stuff! SCRAM! I might add that things of a technical nature are mentioned too, so make sure youre brains are up to it. <g> copyright 1998 you remember a game called fire and forget from titus software? I'm trying to get it working with my sound card, but the game doesn't recognise it. can anybody help? That was the signature I recently started putting at the end of my email messages. My name is Steve and I am nearly 22 years old. I left school at age 18 and am currently unemployed. I live alone in a nice house in inner Melbourne and do volunteer work for a charity type organisation just over the road from where I live. My parents are currently on a two week holiday in Perth. I like to surf the net sometimes, there's so many places to visit, that was until quite recently. This is a story of a bizarre incident that was to change my life, perhaps for ever. In 1996, I got myself a secondhand pentium 90 teco laptop computer with a sound blaster pro card. NOw I was able to play all those games I had been unable to enjoy fully because my other computer, a 486dx33 laptop did not have a sound card. I was going through some old disks a few months ago and found a game called fire and forget that I had copied from someone at school. I knew it work with a sound card because my friend had shown me how to play it on his desk top computer and through his sound blaster, it sounded fantastic. However when I tried running it on my computer, the graphics were fine but the sound was awfull. My computer just beeped a lot. That's what you get for not having a sound card. Pretty boring, huh? I decided to put the above signature in my email messages, just in case one of the many people I sent email to would know what the problem was. if only I knew what would happen afterwards. Right now A curse has been placed upon me over the internet. Yes, a curse, It may sound crazy but it's true. Don't ask me how, but I just know that email message Mistress sent me had something to do with it. I must obey every word Mistress says or else there will be trouble. Oh, I'm getting too far ahead of myself, am I?lets start from the beginning or where I think the beginning of this whole damn mess I've been dragged in to starts. I had discovered a mailing list dedicated to dos internet applications. Due to a bad experience with windows95 and a buggy mother board in January of 1997, I had ended up having to erase windows95 and all it's applications because I couldn't stand all the problems it was causing. I took my computer to my local dealer and during testing, it was discovered that the mother board was faulty. The mother board was replaced, the hard disk was formated and dos 6.22 became a welcome change from the gpf errors and hardware problems I encountered daily. I went and purchased a 33.6k pcmcia modem and soon had my old computer hooked up to the pentium via a lap link cable, moving all my old software to it's new home. I soon got a hold of a web browser, an email client and an ftp client, all for dos. It took a day or two for me to get everything up and running smoothly, but finally I was able to get the software operating exactly the way I wanted it to. It was at this stage that things started turning wierd. Saturday January 3rd, 1998 was a normal day like any other. I awoke to a nice sunny day. I think the wether report said hot and dry with a cool change ariving early the next morning. I had discovered that I'd slept in a little as it was already a quarter to ten. I Made myself a quick snack of tost and jam and a glass of ice cold water, then I showered and put on a t-shirt and a bathing suit. I was planning to drive down to the Nearby Northern Swimming pool and relax for a couple of hours, but first I decided to check my email and catch up with a few overseas net friends. the first message that Pegasus mail for dos brought up on to the screen was a spam, ONe of those money making schemes that has been proven to be nothing but a frawd. I planned on examining the headers to see where the message came from and then send a message to the isps involved, but that could wait until later. I moved it to my spam folder and examined the next message. Someone obviously new to net surfing with dos was having great trouble getting lynx386 working and they had sent one of their configuration files along with their message. I made what changes and corrections I could, then I sent him the corrected message along with some quick start instructions on configuring his software. The third message was what really caught my attention. subject: I can help you with your game date sat, 03-01-98 Hello Steve. Fire and forget was one of my altime favourites. I remember sitting at the computer for hours at a time trying to outscore myself. Sometimes me and my brother would take it in turns blowing up things and try to outdo eachother's score. I beat him a few times, but more often he'd beat me fair and square. Any way try this little program out and let me know how it goes. It says here you're using Pegasus Mail for Dos. hehe. I'm not a dos fanatic myself, but still use it because I just can't trust windows 95 when it comes to software and hardware configurations. I too switched to ms-dos in frustration. I got on to this dos internet mailing list because I am looking for a suitable telnet program. The one I have set up at the moment has more bugs in it than a spider's web. any way back to what you were saying, you appear to be having a problem and can't figure out how to get fire and forget working with your sound card. Here, try this little tsr sound card driver, it came with my sound card utilities and should enable music and sound through your sound blaster with the game. Good luck, let me know how it goes. joanna. This was too good to be true. I replied with a little thank you message, uudecoded the attached .zip file, then proceded to unzip the file and run the tsr program. sbsound (enter nothing seemed to happen. It must've ben one of those old programs where the only help you find on how to run it is in the manual. Maybe I needed to supply some extra parameters. oh wait, there was a readme.doc file. I decided to have a look at it and find out if I was doing anything wrong. I called up my text file viewer and began to read. I don't remember what the contents of that readme.doc file was, suffice to say that the next thing I knew is that I was naked. I started searching around for my bathing suit and t-shirt. Nothing. Then something caught my eye. I looked in the dirty clothes basket and to my utter horror, there were my bathers and t-shirt, ripped to shreads. A pair of scisors lay on the floor nearby. I searched all my drawers of clothes and opened my wardrobe which would usually contain some more clothes and my winter gear, but it apparently had not escape the scisors either. all my good pants and shirts and even shoes had been hit. In a state of shock, I just sat there, wondering what to do. Eventually I calmed down and tried to work out what had happened. Someone named joanna had seen my signature at the bottom of a message I wrote in the internet for dos mailing list, and had sent me this tsr program which she said would make fire and forget work on my sound card, then I go to view the readme file and suddenly find I'm naked and all my clothes are torn to shreads. it just seemed too real to be a dream and yet it seemed to crazy to be real. Would I be stuck like this until I was somehow able to obtain new clothes? How would I explain to my parents what had happened? this would be the last thing they would expect an intelligent guy like me to do. There was nothing to it but to take things slowly and hope for the best. Having nothing else better to do I decided to fire up pegasus mail to send a very angry message saying thanks a lot for your rotten joke, but as I attempted to type the angry message, my mind went blank. I could only get as far as entering her email address and then my mind would sort of get confused. It was like I'd forgotten how to structure a sentence. Giving up in frustration and bewilderment I decided to check my mail in case this joanna witch was responsible. Oh, good. there was One message. What I read next asstonished me beyond beliefe. Well well well. How do you like my new program? hee hee hee ha ha ha hee heehee. Now this was really getting creepy. I continued to read in Stunned silence. You are now my experimental sex slave. I wrote this program after getting so much crap from men who always wanted me to go to bed with them and most of them tried to rape me. I decided to write this program and try it on the next man I come across. All men I've dated are the same. All they want is sex sex sex. Unfortunately, you pathetic little boy, you appear to have fallen under my spell. This was crazy! What gave her the right to accuse me of rape and of having an evil mind with evil thoughts? sure I like hanging around girls but nothing like this. I even have a girlfriend, she has unfortunately come down with food poisoning and had to be rushed to hospital. Her condition is stable but doctors aren't sure if she will recover. We have a very understanding loving relationship and were planning to get married in a few years time. My girl friend is not just a thing for men to use she's a human being. although we had great sex it wasn't just wam bam thank you mam, our lovemaking was slow and gental. Now she's stuck at boxhill hospital attached to drips, heart monitors and a life support system, she could die at any moment. How could Joanna think all men are like the nasty dirty types she ended up dating? and what right did she have to barge in to my life and mess things up? now in what I imagine was a fit of anger and madness she has put this curse on me. God, how embarassing. how was I going to explain this to Mother and Father when they got back from Western Australia? I kept reading. You will contact all your work coleagues and tell them you won't be available for a week, that's a 5 day working week. I will ring you in about 15 minutes with your next set of instructions, oh and by the way, I am to be addressed as mistress, do you hear? did she say she was going to ring me? How could she do that? I haven't even given her my phone number. I deleted the message, exited to dos and hung up the modem. Before I realised what was happening, my hand was reaching out for the receiver of the phone and the other hand which also seemed to have a mind of it's own went to dial the number of the charity where I work. I tried to stop myself by attempting to unplug the phone but it was no good, the will to dial and tell them of my forced sick days was so great that I could only sit back and let it happen. Oh damn, five rings and still the phone hasn't been answered. six rings! seven! eight! nine!" "click" oh no, I'm dreading this. Perhaps I could try and explain to whoever is on the other end, I could tell them I'm being harrassed by someone and that they were out to get me, then maybe they could call the police. Perhaps the mental hold mistress has on me will wear out in a day or two. "help me somebody!" I'm.... "Goodmorning, could I please speek to bob? "One moment please" "hello bob speeking" "Bob, you've got to help me! somehow I'm being controled...." "Hi bob, it's stephen here, listen I won't be available on wednesday, i'm... er.. feeling a little funny and I think I'm coming down with something" "I'm sorry to hear that, I hope you'll feel better next week, bye now" "click" somebody tell me I'm dreaming! Unfortunately I wasn't dreaming. My voice even had a mind of it's own and seemed not to register with the phone operator that anything was wrong. I felt like crying, but when I went to do so, I couldn't even do that. Every time I tried, the will to do so instantly vanished. This evil lady had even taken away my will to cry, to protest, in fact to express any opinions at all. Just then the phone rang and my hand automatically went to pick it up. In her email she said I should always call her mistress. What if the person on the other end of the line wasn't mistress? gosh, what a humiliating turn of events that would be. "Hello Mistress" my robotic tone like voice automatically said. A high scratchy voice that had obviously seen better days responded with "Hello you stupid pathetic sex craved man" gosh, I'd even emailed her my phone number and I didn't even remember doing it. "Let me tell you what is going to happen" she cackled on. You will go outside and masterbate for half an hour. TAke a drinking glass with you and jerk off in to the glass, then fill it up with water and drink it. How was I going to get away with masterbating when my house was located at the corner of two busy roads? everyone would see me and someone would call the cops and I'd end up in court. Perhaps the worst thing of all was having to drink up all the semin afterwards. I continued to read the message. at 3:am you will get up, take a drinking glass, and stand in the driveway and jack off in to the glass. At 3:am, nobody will see you so you don't have to worry your pathetic little pee brain about getting in to strife with the law. Stand behind that smelly tree that you always complain about and no one will see a thing. Goodbye! "click" went the phone in my ear. to be continued -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>