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After I had introduced myself in assd my very good friend Hecate invited everyone to write a story to celebrate the installation and activation of Audrey, ASSTR's second server. The subject matter could be anything we chose, but the story must be titled "The Server". I'd had a story brewing in the back of my head for some time and this seemed like a good time to let it out. One disclaimer though: the MAC address mentioned is totally ficticious and is not intended to point to any particular machine. (If it's yours, just let me know and I'll change it.) Douglas Harding whistled happily to himself as he sat down and booted his workstation, adjusting his chair's position while he waited for the login dialog box to come up. After he had entered his password, he watched his desktop appear while his antivirus program strip-searched the next one hundred files on his hard drive. This boring routine was disturbed when an unexpected window popped up on his screen. Leaning forward, he read:
Doug was not overly concerned by the message; he, like all of his colleagues, used the 'net for private purposes in addition to his work-related usage. Doug's private usage though, was probably very different from that of his colleagues; while many of his workmates visited the occasional porn site, Doug downloaded erotic stories involving children and images of children in erotic poses and sexual situations. Still, Doug wasn't worried; he had downloaded a suite of security products he saw advertised in his newsgroups. He was confident that no trace of his activities could be found on his workstation. When the door to the Sysadmin's office opened, Doug was surprised to see a slender woman of about 160cm and maybe 53kg wearing 12cm stiletto heels. "Come in Doug," she said holding the door for him. "Sit down, we need to have a serious talk about your Internet usage." "This," she said gesturing to the monitor of her workstation which showed several graphs, scatter and pie charts, "is the company's network control centre. Here I can monitor all traffic. I can see it in total, by department or even by individual user." Feeling a little uneasy, Doug watched as the woman clicked her way through some menus until the view was replaced by a flow of text rapidly scrolling up the screen. Clicking a button on the toolbar caused the display to stop scrolling. When she double-clicked on a line the screen split and she gestured to the bottom window. "This is a request for a web page," she explained pointing out the words: GET HTTP://WWW.asstr-mirror.org/INDEX.html, "and here is the MAC address of the network card and the IP number of the workstation that requested it. Both of these numbers pinpoint exactly which workstation it is." The next two lines read: MAC: 00-10-21-4F-20-A7 and IP#: 172.64.2.137 "When a workstation starts up," she continued, "it sends a message to a computer called a Dynamic Host Configuration Protocol Server telling what MAC address its network card has and asking for an IP address so it can talk to other computers both here and on the Internet. The DHCP Server has a database in it that tells me the name of the person whose desk that particular computer is on." Doug stirred in his chair and said, "Okay, somebody is downloading porn. What does that have to do with me?" Amanda's smile reminded Doug of a shark's as she typed several commands into a window and turned back to face him. "What we can see in real-time we can also log and analyse later. For example," she paused to hit a key. Doug watched in horror as an image he had viewed the previous day appeared on the screen in front of her. It showed two naked girls, a preteen and a teenager playing with each others' pussies. "Can you begin to imagine what would happen to you if I reported this," Amanda asked rhetorically, smiling as she watched several expressions chase across his face. "Fortunately for you I have no plans to betray your little secret just yet, as long as you co-operate with what I have in mind." "Wh-what do you mean," Doug asked, less afraid but still apprehensive. "Be here tonight," Amanda passed him a piece of paper, "directly after work. We'll be waiting for you." "We?" "Don't worry, I don't think you'll mind too much," she answered, turning back to her workstation in dismissal.
Wondering what she had planned for him, Doug walked up the path to the veranda, his feeling of apprehension increasing with every step. He swallowed, pressed the doorbell and waited. Through the door he could hear voices, then silence punctuated by footsteps. When Amanda opened the door he was surprised to see her wearing a silk robe, the fabric conforming to the upper curves of her breasts, below which stood the impressions of her nipples. She smiled up at him and said, "Take off your shoes and come inside." Feeling a little less despondent now, Doug knelt to remove his shoes, noticing from his lower vantage point that Amanda's feet were bare. Leaving his shoes by the front door, he stood and followed her into the house. Entering the lounge room, Doug was surprised to find two girls, presumably Amanda's daughters sitting on the couch dressed identically with their mother in silk robes. Both girls wore their hair long, the elder girl's tresses cascading down her body and separating to flow around her pert breasts which stood proudly under the soft fabric draped over them. The younger girl's body hadn't yet started on its journey to adulthood and her hair fell to her waist as she sat and returned his gaze with a speculative expression on her face. "Is this the man Mummy," the elder girl asked. "Yes it is sweetheart," Amanda answered. Turning to face Doug she continued, "These are my daughters, Tori and Faun." As she spoke, the elder girl and then the younger acknowledged with a quick nod of their heads. "Take a seat, I'll be back in a moment." "Mummy says you were looking at rude pictures on the Internet," Faun said accusingly when her mother had left the room. "Yeah," Tori said with a nervous giggle, "she caught us doing that too." "Really? What were you looking at?" Tori giggled again and told him, "Ladies and men doing all sorts of rude stuff." Faun added, "Some of it looked kinda gross, but the ladies looked like they were having fun." Feeling his cock twitching at the thought of these two young girls looking at porn images Doug asked, "What were they doing?" "This," Amanda said as she returned to the room carrying two folders that she placed on the coffee table as she sat opposite him. She opened the folder and spilled its contents; couples engaging in fellatio, intercourse; threesomes and larger groups. The girls squirmed on the couch, not taking their eyes from the pictures, as their mother spread them out. Doug's cock twitched again and began to grow as he thought about these two young girls hunting down porn images on the Internet. He wished he could have been a fly on the wall, watching as they perhaps, rubbed their little pussies and nipples while they looked and talked about what they were seeing. Did they get wet, he wondered; perhaps try some of the things in the girls-together pictures... "Douglas!" Amanda's voice broke into his thoughts and he realised that she had been talking to him. As he looked up she continued more softly, "Douglas, Faun asked you a question." "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say Faun?" The girl looked up at him with wide eyes and repeated, "Are these like the pictures Mummy caught you looking at?" He shifted a little in his seat and told her, "Pretty much, people doing things together that must have felt nice." Amanda just looked at him, the second folder in her hand, and he felt himself wither a little under her steady gaze before he swallowed and continued, "Well, not exactly the same. The people in the pictures were younger." "How young," Tori asked. Douglas looked to Amanda for guidance but she just caressed the folder as she held his eye. Expecting the girls' disgust to wash over him he answered, "Your age Tori, and younger." "Really? Do kids like us get their pictures taken doing rude stuff too?" Faun almost shouted in what was obviously excitement. Douglas nodded to her but Tori said, "I don't believe you! You're just making it up." "Are you?" asked Faun, disappointment showing on her face and in her voice. Leaning forward, Amanda offered the folder to Doug and said, "Here, show them what you were looking at." Her face was unreadable as she let him take the folder. He couldn't believe that she really wanted him to show child porn pictures to her little girls. Would she crucify him if he did or if he didn't? Both girls were looking eagerly at the folder as he leaned back in his chair, torn in indecision. "Yeah!" Tori said in disgust, "You're just lying to us like grownups always do." Looking from the contempt on her face to Faun he saw disappointment on the little girl's face. He sat forward, laid the folder on the table and opened it. Both girls leaned forward to study the topmost picture, whispering to each other excitedly. It showed a girl about Faun's age wearing only white panties, which she had pulled down until the top of her vulva was exposed. "She's showing her crissy," he heard Faun whisper. Tori, with all the wisdom and knowledge of a thirteen-year-old whispered back, "How many times do I have to tell you Faun; it's a cunny." The younger girl rolled her eyes, smiling at Doug and reached out to turn the picture over. "No Honey," her mother said gently, "let Doug do that." The next picture was greeted with 'oohs' and 'aahs' by the girls. It showed the same girl standing naked, her legs slightly apart, hands on hips and a boy about Tori's age, also naked, holding his erect penis. The girls' reactions, coupled with the erotic content, had Doug's cock straining inside his pants as his shaking hand exposed the third picture. This time the girl was fondling the boy's erection while his finger was toying with her hairless slit. Each time he revealed a new picture his cock grew more and more painfully erect at the girls' obvious appreciation and enjoyment. His hands were shaking so much that he almost was unable to reveal the final picture, but when he did he was more than surprised to see one he had not viewed before. A naked man was laying on his back while a blonde girl Tori's age was squatting across his hips rubbing his glans between her labia while a girl Faun's age knelt across his face. The look of pure bliss on the younger girl's face could only have been caused by his lips and tongue working her preteen pussy. "Oh god," Tori whispered as she stared at the picture. "Oh god I wish that was..." Her voice tapered off and she continued to stare at the picture. With an effort Doug tore his eyes away and looked to Amanda. Her legs were crossed and he could just make out that she was squeezing her thighs together again and again as she watched her girls' reaction to the picture. "Stand up Doug," she said, her voice strained and husky, "stand up and show the girls what a man looks like in the flesh." Both girls stared as he began to remove his clothes, Tori gently playing with a nipple. When he dropped his pants, he was not surprised to see that his leaking pre-cum had plastered the fabric of his briefs to his cock, which was standing painfully erect before his rapt watchers. "You are here, Doug, to serve me and my girls in whatever way they and I choose," Amanda told him after he was naked. "It was my Server that enabled me to find you. Now you can be a Server in your own right." As Tori and Faun, their young eyes as big as saucers, tentatively reached out to touch his straining prick, Doug really didn't think he'd mind at all.
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here is nothing so soft, or pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a child. Cup their cheek in your hand and ask yourself if you are willing to harm such beauty for your own gratification.
- Clayton
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