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The Phone Maker
by Isabella

First Published: 06 September 2012

Story Code: M+/F, M/f, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, N/C, Rape

Gary was a typical nerd, he was writing computer programs at school, he was good at languages, he spoke seven different languages by the time he was sixteen and when he discovered computer languages they also seemed to fall right into line for him.

When Gary first started his 'A' level studies he had been working towards qualifications to get him into a law school, he saw international law as the place he wanted to spend his life. Then he discovered a new forte in computer programming and managed to swing all of his efforts towards qualifications to get into a university with a good reputation for computer studies.

When Gary graduated first in his university with a double first he had no trouble with getting a job, well that wasn't quite true, he had a great deal of difficulty, the three top American IT companies were trying to head hunt him, he chose to go with the company named after a fruit because they were developing both hardware and software as a totally integrated package, rather than just software.

The one downside to the job was that Gary had to move to America temporarily to work but the upsides were many, stock options, bonuses and a free apartment, right next to the office and free commissary that was open twenty-four seven, all utilities were covered by his employers too, they even looked after his washing and ironing services. Gary wasn't really a very social person when he arrived in America and a good thing too as he was kept so busy at work that in ten years he never had the chance to take up his free, annual return air tickets back home once in all that time.

The latest product launch had taken place and Gary agreed to stay for a month to see any teething troubles through but then he was taking a holiday, well, more a year's sabbatical from work. Gary's accountant had rationalised all of his stock options and paid off all state and national taxes in America and Gary was left with over five million dollars in liquid assets. The way Gary looked at it, the way he lived, he could survive for the rest of his life with what he had in the bank, even if he didn't invest it, he had the equivalent of one hundred thousand pounds or one hundred and thirty thousand dollars, a year until his projected retirement date.

Back home, Gary bought a small house in a sleepy village in the midlands for cash without batting an eyelid. He took things easy for a year, getting over the stress of ten years of working a sixteen hour day, seven days a week, he had a big step to get over though, learning how to cook for himself, clean, wash his own clothes etc. But he was more than up to the task.

Boredom struck Gary after eleven months and twenty days of doing little or nothing with his life. Gary had one of every product he had worked on for the fruit based company over the ten years and of course he had an in-depth knowledge of how it all worked together. Gary began working on an app for the product, he tried several directions but found that companies were sprouting up and what he had spent weeks working on suddenly appeared in the app-shop before he had finished his own version.

It dawned on Gary that the only real edge he had over the rest of the world was his knowledge of what the company did in the cloud portion of their service. Gary had seen a comedian Stephen, last name was a famous chocolate company at one time, on TV talking about an app on his phone called Grindr, it used GPS to find the nearest gay or bi curious men to your location, Gary wondered why there wasn't a similar app for straight men and women.

The first problem to overcome was to find out who had a compatible phone that was close to you. In the village it wasn't a problem, there were only five people in his village who had a similar phone, then, how would you pick out those who were looking for fun. Gay and Bi men were happy to load Grindr and fill in what they were looking for, Gary came up with a different solution, his app just peeked into the cloud for each phone close to him, he could read their text messages, listen in to their voice mails, read their emails and also looked at their photos, both the ones stored on their phone's internal memory as well as all those sent and received over the telephone connection.

Gary realised that using cloud information would mean that he'd never be able to sell his app openly but he was having fun developing the app as well as eavesdropping on the five people in his village who had the same phone. Gary had to pop into Northampton, not a huge city but the first time he checked his phone he found its memory had tilted, he sat in the market square tea rooms drinking a coffee and trying to work out why his phone had fried itself.

Gary reset his flash memory, started his phone up again, everything was fine until he restarted his sex locater program and he watched the number of phoned close to him roll past one hundred and then the memory was full all over again. The solution was simple, he would have to fit a sensitivity or 'squelch' function, to limit the phones range when in a well populated area.

It took Gary a month to fix that problem and the next time he took a trip into Northampton he set the squelch to maximum and opened his app, four people were within six feet of him with his kind of phone. He selected the nearest phone and looked into the cloud, he read a few texts, he came to the conclusion, middle aged business man, all the messages were work related, no pictures and nothing much else. The second was obviously a woman, again middle aged and again, nothing much in the picture line.

Gary flipped through the third phone's cloud, the messages were mainly adult, mainly overtly sexual and there was a picture of the guy's erect cock taken with the phone's camera and there was a list of eight people who the picture had been sent too, there was also several pictures that had been sent in to the guy, women, dressed, topless or totally naked.

Garry flipped from cloud mode and into radar mode, the fake display screen looking like a ship's radar, a sweep hand rotated around the screen and when it passed the phone that Gary had been focusing on it flashed, so Gary knew roughly where all four other phones were in relation to himself and the one he was looking through was the guy by the door of the teashop.

Gary's phone switched from radar mode and back to cloud without him asking it too, then he noticed that a message had come in for the phone he was checking out, Gary had to restrain himself, he had guessed that if he opened the message, it wouldn't show up on the owners phone as an unopened text message, that would cause him to be very suspicious.

Gary watched the man take his phone out of his pocket, he waited for a moment and saw the unopened message flag switch to opened and then Gary opened the message too. A woman was inviting the man to a meeting, she would be waiting in M&S's cafe, she mentioned she had a red coat and a white shopping bag on her table. Gary got a pleasant surprise, something he hadn't deliberately programmed in to his app but it just happened, like the phone switching modes without being asked too, Gary could see the message as it was being typed by the other man, letter by letter, "Be there in 10 mins".

Gary was surprised by that, he could see M&S from his seat, then he noticed another message being typed by the man to a third party, "Bring the van, meet you in the car park behind M&S, woman in red coat with white shopping bag."

Gary's interest was now more than peaked, he went over to M&S cafe, got another cup of coffee and sat close to the woman in the red coat and opened his app again, radar mode on, select the spot that represented the woman, wait, there were two spots, one on top of the other, Gary had to increase the squelch slightly to separate the two signals, he selected one, it was a series of messages between police officers and the woman, she was an undercover cop.

Gary realised that he wasn't going to see anything interesting other than probably a man being arrested for something. Gary could have left it at that but instead, he opened the guy from earlier's cloud, placed a new message directly in the man's cloud warning him, "Lady in red is police" and he set the read flag to unread as he left his table, coffee untouched.

Gary passed the man in the entrance to the cafe, he heard the man's phone warn him he had a new message, Gary watched as the man read his message, a confused look on his face because it looked like the message had come from his own phone but as he looked over to the woman in red he sent a text message, "Abort" to his friend with the van.

Gary went about his business in town and forgot that his phone was focusing on the stranger's phone when he got an alert, the guy had written a text message to himself in the hope that Gary would pick it up, asking Gary who he was, how he knew something was going on and how he put the message on his phone as if it came from his own phone.

Gary explained most of what the guy wanted to know, again by adding the message directly into the guy's phone. Then there was another message, "Is there any way of finding out where the woman lives?" Gary focused on the woman's phone ident, then he turned on the radar, then he started to open up the squelch control to widen the phone's checking range.

The woman was in the middle of town, Gary guessed someplace around the Central Police Station, then he remembered the other phone, he found the second phone ident and checked that too, that phone wasn't in the middle of town, it was on the outskirts of town to the south.

Gary passed both phone's locations to the guy in a message, then there was another message for Gary, "If you can find her actual address, we'll let you watch us when we teach her a lesson!" Now Gary was really interested, he drove south, parked up in the rough area and then reduced the distance his radar was scanning, he picked up the woman easily as well as another phone in the house, he checked the second phone's cloud, it was a man and he often messaged the police issue phone calling the woman darling, so he assumed that they were either husband and wife or lovers.

Gary passed on the message with the added information that there was a man in the house with the woman. "Can you see his phone's messages?" "Yes" "Can you see anything that I could use to get him out of the house?" Gary read through more of the man's messages, then he found something of interest, "His grandmother is in a nursing home, is that important?" "Do you have the details, phone no. Or address?"

Gary did a little research, he found a mobile phone number from a message the manager of the nursing home had sent, then he used that ident to find out the location that phone had been in when the call had been placed. All that information was passed over in a message.

"Can you send her husband a message and make it look like it is from the manager of the nursing home?" Gary realised what he was being asked the question for, it was a simple enough job for a man with Gary's skills, the other guy told Gary what he needed him to say in the message, making it look like the guy's gran was ill and he needed to get there quickly, just in case.

Gary was still in the street when the man ran out of the house; he jumped into his car and raced off into the town centre. Gary sent a single word message, "Gone!" Gary sat there and watched an unmarked transit van pull up outside the house, the front door was kicked in and ten seconds later the woman was being dragged out and pulled into the back of the van.

Gary followed the van as it headed out of the city towards Luton, Gary noticed that the woman still had her mobile phone and that she had dialled 999 so now the police had been alerted to the woman's plight and Gary knew that the police would track the call easily in the built up areas using cell phone tower locations. Gary intervened again, sending the message, "She has called 999 and her phone is transmitting its location!"

The van pulled up, the whole van shook from side to side, Gary could hear the sounds of the woman being hit and then he saw the woman's phone being thrown through the van's window and into the open back of a Polish lorry waiting at traffic lights.

Gary watched as the van turned left and the lorry turned right, the phone signal began to disappear into the fog of motorway traffic heading towards London as the van continued on towards Luton. Gary worried a little about the sounds he had heard of the woman being hit so he quickly thumbed through the woman's text exchanges with the guy, she was definitely leading the man on, Gary could easily see that the woman was actually entrapping the guy into thinking he was going to have sex with her, on reading her police phone messages she was being told to lead him on right up to the point where he tried to undress her and then she was to turn him down.

Gary started driving again; he was happy to follow the action now, the woman, under instruction from the police was getting the guy excited and was going to get him arrested when he tried to force himself on her. Garry knew that what the guy and his friends were about to do to the woman was illegal but he felt that she had brought it all on herself.

A message was sent for Gary's benefit, "2 miles down the road, we are turning left onto a farm track, you drive past and take the next turning, stop in the gateway leading to the barn, the show will take place in front of the barn.

Gary watched as five men raped the woman over and over again, using the van's headlights to illuminate the scene before dropping her into the sheep dip trough to get rid of any DNA evidence off of her body, she was left naked, bruised and battered, dripping organophosphates and standing in an unlit field.

Gary did a little housekeeping on the guy's cloud record; he swapped the guy's phone ident with a total strangers phone ident to upset any trace that was put on the messages, he also permanently erased all communications between himself and the man and the man and the police woman as well. Gary was asked if he could use his skills to find them women who would be interested in casual sex for their group, it became almost a full time job for Gary to find women who seemed desperate for sex and he even had a sub category of women showing exhibitionist tendencies as well.

Gary would send the group photographs address and telephone numbers of the women he found and they would tell him when and where they were going to have sex. Gary often watched women happily going along with five or six men into the country for outdoor sex in the afternoon.

From time to time Gary would look in on the police woman's phone, he found that it wasn't being used for a long while and then, when it began to be used again, he noticed that the user was a man and not the police woman. Gary went back to the police woman's house to see if she was alright, he saw two phones in the house, he recognised the husband's phone and the other one was a new contract phone, lots of texts about the woman leaving the police. The top brass would have been over the moon if her and her inspector's ploy had worked and they could have got the guy on a rape charge but as it had all gone tits-up, both her and her inspector had been dropped like red hot stones.

While Gary was searching out local women for the group he found slightly younger women for his own use, he would bump into them innocently and strike up friendships, taking several weeks to get into their knickers and once he had his fun he would pass on their details to the group.

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