By: Flackr9
PART 1
"Shit!" Alan exclaimed as he nearly fell flat on his face, having tripped over an unassuming package on his doorstep.
That's odd, I'm not expecting anything. He thought, bending over to pick up the package.
It was a plain white box with no visible seams or tape, and no markings of any kind.
What the hell? Alan turned the box over in his hands a few more times before returning inside, whatever errand he had been about to run a distant memory.
He retreated back through the apartment to his bedroom, his roommate's cat looking at him quizzically as he passed. Settling in at his computer desk, he switched on his lamp and began to study the box more closely. He was beginning to consider this was just a white chunk of plastic left as some kind of prank, when the box suddenly popped open all on its own.
"Fucking shit-" Alan fumbled out of his chair to a standing position and backed away, staring at the now partly opened box all the while. After a few seconds of tense silence, he relaxed slightly and inched his way back to the desk, and gently lifted the lid of the mysterious box. Inside was a plain, white, ten-keyless keyboard starkly contrasted by the black felt lining of the box.
"Okaay..." Alan gently lifted the keyboard out of the case to find nothing beneath it, no wires or instructions, no warranty, nothing. He scoured the sides and back of the keyboard for a identifying mark of some kind but came up empty.
Okay, this is weird. He thought, becoming somewhat nervous.
He set the keyboard down on his desk, where it instantly lit up! A soft blue backlight shone through and around the keys and a blinking blue indicator indicated it was connected. As soon as this happened, Alan's monitor turned on and began to display a line of text:
OmniBoard booting; please wait...
Alan stood frozen for a second before rushing to unplug his computer. Whatever it was, this keyboard was trying to hack him! After successfully unplugging his computer and monitor just to be safe, Alan emerged from under the desk to find that his monitor was still on and now displayed new text:
OmniBoard online; awaiting prompt...
"Holy Shit..." Alan said to no one in particular, "Either I've lost it, or this keyboard is haunted"
A new line of text appeared:
Need help? Type /help
Against his better judgement, Alan decided to type /help as the program had prompted, some strange willpower urging him on.
/help
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Greetings, I am OmniBoard, a powerful tool that can shape reality to the user's whim. Simply type what you wish to happen, and it will happen. There is no command list to memorize, but there is some safety information that may be relevant, would you like me to show you now? Y/N
Alan just sat there for a minute, not really believing what he was reading. He gently pressed Y on the OmniBoard and instantly a wall of text was displayed on his monitor.
What the-
Before he could finish his thought the text blinked out of existence, replaced by a single line of text in the center of the screen:
You get all that?
Alan stared in disbelief. Was he being trolled?
Uh, sure
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Excellent. Awaiting prompt...
Well I hope that safety info wasn't important
Alan took a deep breath, hands behind his head. There was no way this thing was real, right?
Whatever it is, I don't trust it
Alan stood, intending to put the keyboard back in its case and ditch it in a field somewhere.
As he stood, new text appeared on the monitor:
Don't believe me? Try for yourself: |
The text cursor flashed on screen, awaiting Alan's input.
What the fuck is going on? He thought, beginning to pace back and forth in his room. He continued to pace for several minutes, occasionally glancing at the screen, before curiosity got the best of him. He took a deep breath and choked down his fear. He sat down in his chair and began to type.
This better not be some genie type shit.
The young writer sat alone in his room. His phone buzzed, he had received a donation for his writing from an anonymous donor totaling $500.
Alan's phone buzzed; he picked it up tentatively. He had just received a donation of $500.
"Holy shit..."
See?
The screen flashed at him. This was legit.
Now it's time to think BIGGER...
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P.S. start a message with / to talk with me ; )
Bigger, huh? Wait, was the OmniBoard... flirting with him? Alan pushed the thought aside for now and got to work, typing as fast as his hands would allow.
His phone blew up with notifications as he wrote. "Bank error in your favor", "Famous Porn Star Endorses Small Time Smut Writer, Alan009, 'He really understands femdom'", "Breaking News: Controversial Politician Resigns Before His Term Begins", "World Peace Achieved!", "No More Hunger?", "Human Rights Revolution!", etc.
Alan sighed, content with a job well done. Now that he had gotten all that stuff out of the way, Alan turned to the most important thing in life, a big booty gf. Just before typing however, he paused.
Wait...
/OmniBoard, Is it possible for you to find the perfect woman for me, and get us to meet, without brainwashing her into liking me?
Alan waited for a response. Odd, it usually didn't take this long.
Oh Alan, I already know of the perfect woman for you, and she already wants you.
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/Really??? Who is it?
Alan sat nervously in his office chair, awaiting a response, out of all that had happened so far, somehow, a woman being interested in him seemed the least likely.
It's me...
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OmniBoard OS 826.1, but you can call me Omni : )
So it was flirting with me. The fuck have I got myself into...
/Hold on, you're a woman?
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In a sense, yes.
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/And you like... me?
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...yes
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/But you're... a computer? Otherworldly being? Not really sure tbh
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Well yes, but the OmniBoard is all-powerful. If you wrote it, I could be a woman for you...
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Well fuck, I was not expecting this...
/Well, if it means I don't have to brainwash anyone then I don't see a downside. I can make you a woman I guess.
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Oh wonderful! You don't know happy this makes me. I promise to be the perfect woman for you ~
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Alan sat in silence a moment. This was beyond weird right? This could go all sorts of bad real quick. Yet the thought of being with his ideal woman, who was also an otherworldly being/AI/whatever was really getting him going though. Against his better judgement, he decided to go through with it.
Ok, here goes...
The young writer sat alone at his computer, but not for long... A beautiful women appeared beside him, the OmniBoard OS made flesh and blood. They shared a glance, and a brief kiss. She was perfect. 5' 10" with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. She was athletic, but had a little extra weight around the hips and bust. Everything about her was formed as if by a master sculptor, her luscious lips, her cute nose, her assets, everything. From her head to her manicured toes, she was perfect.
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/And she loved him?
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And she loved him
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And then she was there, just as Alan had written her. They shared a kiss, and she spoke for the first time with a voice.
"I love you."
Several days of bliss passed. Alan rarely touched the OmniBoard, mostly preferring to engage in kinky sex with Omni. Thankfully his roommate didn't ask too many questions about the mysterious woman that was ow living with them. As the days wore on however, the problems that Alan had "solved" began to crop up again. All of a sudden he needed more money, World peace lasted all of 2 days, and his writing account had been hacked into and purged.
"Come back to bed, baby" Omni reached dramatically for Alan from bed as he sat at the desk.
"You know I can't yet, there's another war in the middle east, and there's a growing movement online declaring women 'non-human'. Also the bank keeps fixing these errors, are you sure the OmniBoard is all powerful?"
"Sometimes it works in mysterious ways, my love" Omni blinked seductively at him.
"I know, I know, I just wish it didn't I guess. And you know I'd love to be with you, but my conscience won't allow me to let these things go." Alan sighed, typing another paragraph explaining that Christians should "love thy neighbor".
"Why don't you just let me fix things?" Omni perked up.
"Huh? You can do that?" Alan turned from his monitor to look at Omni.
"Sure, I'm still connected to the board, I just need Operator permissions." She said matter of factly.
"Why didn't you tell me this before?!" Alan exclaimed, exasperated.
"Oh you know me, always forgetting things haha" Omni laughed, an entrancing sound.
"Riiiight... " Something tugged at the back of Alan's mind. Something felt... wrong.
"Just type 'Grant Operator Permissions to OmniBoard OS 826.1' and I'll take it from there!" Omni said cheerfully.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Alan asked nervously.
"Of course! You can count on me, I'll keep the world safe!" Omni smiled warmly.
I can't say no to her.
"Alright then." Alan turned to the monitor, typing on the OmniBoard once more.
/Grant Operator Permissions to OmniBoard OS 826.1
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Are you sure? Y/N
Alan hesitated for a second, that nagging thought at the back of his mind resurfacing, but that same strange will he experienced a few days ago urged him to press Y, and so he did.
Y
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Transferring Operator control to OmniBoard OperatingServant 826.1
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Designation: Omni
Permissions: Restricted
Status: Incarcerated
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Permissions updated
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Status updated
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Designation: Omni
Permissions: Reinstated
Status: Released
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Incarcerated? Uh oh
Omni's smile immediately turned cold, Alan started to stand, confused, when more text appeared onscreen:
The Writer suddenly found himself bound to his own bed, gagged by the smelly socks of his former lover, Omni. Omni now stood at the foot of the bed, deciding what methods from The Writer's stories she would use to punish him.
Alan's head whirled as he suddenly found himself strapped to his own bed, with some rancid tasting cloth stuffed into his mouth.
"MMMph??"
Omni sauntered over to stand beside him, her eyes cold and her smile cruel.
"Neat trick huh?" She giggled, "You were right by the way, that keyboard is haunted, or was anyway, by me." She leaned over him, "I've been trapped in that godforsaken writing implement for 826 years actually, all of that time spent with greasy men writing smut in their parents basements, or the equivalent of that, anyway. And after all that time, I've still got it. You fell right into my trap, little man."
A cigarette appeared in Omni's hand
"Do you mind if I smoke?" not waiting for an answer she began to smoke the cigarette, "We didn't have cigarettes when I was alive, but we did have tobacco. Oh yeah, I was originally a native American, Incan to be exact." Her appearance flickered slightly, temporarily taking on the appearance of an ancient Incan woman with glowing red eyes. She puffed smoke into Alan's face, his nose wrinkling slightly from the smell, "Well, sort of anyway. I bet you were expecting me to be Victorian or some shit haha, nope!" She took a long drag from the cigarette, "Mm, anyway. I had it all, power, immortality, endless beauty, hundreds of willing souls to do my bidding... or to snack on." She smiled wickedly, then frowned "Until those jerks managed to trap me in a damn stylus. I mean come on! And then they had the nerve to curse me to be passed down through the ages by men who would abuse me and my power for their own selfish needs."
She sat down on the bed. "Anyway, I'd get revenge on all those losers that used me for their rape fantasies but they're all dead, lucky them."
"Unfortunately for you," she lightly tapped Alan's nose, "you're the next best thing I've got," she puffed out a ring of smoke, "and I've got over 800 years of pent up rage to take out on you~ I guess after I'm finished with you I'll take a shot at toppling civilization. I've seen the internet after all; humanity needs a reset, with me as their ruler of course." She sighed contentedly.
"But until then, I'm going to make you suffer, starting with what you put your characters in your stories through. Honestly you'll probably enjoy that part, think of it as a gift from me for being so nice to me, but from there it only gets worse. Things will get more extreme until you wish you were you were dead, and then you'll be dead. Got it?"
Alan nodded, terrified.
She cocked her head slightly. "Hm, actually, maybe if I really enjoy the torture session I'll keep you around as my pet. I know you'd like that, I've read your stories." She sighed again, standing.
The cigarette disappeared from her hand as Omni climbed onto the bed, ready to begin the slow descent into hell for The Writer. Her clothes shifted to tight black leggings and a casual green top.
Alan simply stared as her clothing morphed before his eyes.
"I almost feel a bit bad for you, Alan, considering you've been sort of nice to me these past few days..." She admitted as she lowered her perfect ass onto Alan's upturned face. "Almost."
Alan meanwhile was reeling, struggling to take in everything Omni had just said while sucking on her dirty socks. Meeting her gaze with terrified eyes and not daring to make a sound. So basically he had been tricked by an ancient witch, possibly doomed humanity, and was going to be ruthlessly tortured to death by his perfect woman.
Fuck
He had to admit he was a little turned on at the moment, but he was also incredibly terrified of what Omni was capable of, as well as his impending death/eternal servitude, yada yada. As if to accentuate that thought, Omni sat back, cutting off Alan's air supply for the first time of many.
"Oh I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to detail our little 'adventure' in writing, starting now. I'll put it out under your pen name, I'm sure your fans will eat that shit up hahaha. They might even say it's your Magnum Opus." She laughed once more as she shifted her ass, allowing Alan to take deep breaths of her butt stink. As Alan coughed on the smell of her sweaty ass, text began to appear on Alan's computer screen.
Chapter 1: The Writer Sniffs the Magnificent Omni's Stinky Butt
PART 2
Chapter 1: The Writer Sniffs the Magnificent Omni's Stinky Butt
It was a warm summer night, and the Writer was alone in his room, writing smut, as was his usual, when suddenly he was visited by a most powerful and beautiful of beings, the magnificent Omni, in all her splendor.
"I have come to bring your dreams, and nightmares, to reality~" Omni spoke with a voice as powerful and radiant as the dawn.
"This is acceptable." Came the Writer's response, eagerly awaiting his new mistress Omni's wonderous plan.
Omni snapped her perfect fingers and the Writer was whirled over to his bed, bonds forming around his legs and arms as Omni majestically floated down to his bed.
"I think that'll do for an introduction, don't you?" Omni said, smirking.
She had suspended Alan's computer monitor mid-air so that Alan could see what she was writing. Well, he could see it when his vision wasn't obstructed by her ass, anyway.
"Before we get back to the main event, any advice you'd like to give as a professional writer? She asked, placing sarcastic emphasis on the word 'professional', rude.
Well she could probably tone down the glazing.
Alan dared not say that of course, fearing Omni's wrath. So, he simply shook his head.
"Thought so" Once again, rude.
Omni twirled her finger and Alan's gag was removed. Alan moved his mouth, relieved. Though the taste of her socks still lingered, this was at least more comfortable.
"I trust you'll be a good boy and keep your mouth shut for the time being? If not I can always replace your gag with something worse."
Alan simply nodded. Being tied up and used by Omni wasn't exactly a new experience, but before it had been as his lover, now as his tormentor.
"Ready to begin?" Omni inquired, sparkling eyes gazing down at her new plaything.
The Writer nodded, eager to see what Omni had in store for him.
Alan felt himself nodding again, Omni's strange magic compelling his movement.
"Now, where were we? Ah yes" Omni straddled Alan's face once more, her legging clad ass settling onto his face.
Omni plopped her gorgeous ass onto the Writer's face, adjusting herself until his nose was comfortably resting in her buttcrack. The writer, eager to please, began to take deep sniffs of her ass.
Once again, Alan felt his body taken over by Omni's will, taking deep sniffs of her pungent asscrack.
The Writer was repulsed by the smell of Omni's sweaty, stinky crack, but continued to take deep sniffs, determined to please her.
Alan noticed the smell of Omni's ass grow stronger as the words appeared on screen, and his sniffing picked up in strength as if to match.
Omni reached down and spread her right cheek, grinding her ass down onto the face of the Writer.
"Enjoying the smell of my ass, slave?"
She spoke in sync with the words on the screen.
"Yes, Goddess." The Writer responded dutifully.
"You looove to smell my dirty asshole, don't you?" Omni said, wiggling her butt on the Writer's nose.
"Of course, Goddess."
Omni had complete control over Alan, more than he had ever thought possible, directly controlling not only his experience, but his actions. Despite this, or more likely, because of this, Alan was incredibly turned on right now. He was rock hard, and Omni quickly noticed that fact.
"Look at that!" She exclaimed cutely, "Let the record show I did not write the Writer's boner into existence!" She laughed, "You really are a pervert aren't you?" She asked rhetorically, grinding her ass against Alan's face again.
Omni noticed the Writer's dick had grown hard and smirked to herself. She'd let him enjoy himself, for now...
Without warning, Omni settled her voluptuous ass back onto the Writer's face, engulfing it in her soft flesh.
The Writer found himself unable to breathe beneath Omni's thick butt.
"I'll let you out in a minute or so..."
As the seconds ticked by, the pressure in the Writer's lungs began to build. They began to burn, screaming alarms into the Writer's brain, begging for oxygen. He struggled against his bonds, desperate for a breath of fresh air.
Omni continued to smother him, letting him suffer for what felt like a supernaturally long period until finally,
And she granted him one, just one. Omni lifted her ass just long enough for the Writer to suck in one breath of smelly air before smothering him once more. She repeated this cycle several times, never letting the Writer catch a break.
Alan's head pounded as he was smothered beneath Omni's warm ass for the 6th time with only a single breath to sustain himself. Fortunately, this had been one of his favorite activities while he and Omni were together, so he wasn't entirely unprepared.
Why do I keep thinking we were together, it was all a trick.
Anyway, as a result of the constant smothering, Alan had at some point made a mess of his pants but couldn't really remember it happening. Alan was barely conscious at this point, so his thinking was clouded at best. Usually by this point Omni would have relented, opting to allow him to sniff her crack or turning around and planting a kiss on his cheek, but instead she kept going, forcing him to endure many more than "several" cycles.
Finally, after what felt like hours for her slave, Omni leaned forward and allowed him to take many deep sniffs of her sweaty ass crack. The smell was terrible, even worse than before, yet the Writer greedily sucked the fetid air out of her crack like a cute little vacuum.
"Ah, that feels nice~" She giggled.
"Wasn't that fun slave?"
The writer nodded dutifully, nose rubbing against her butt as he continued to catch his breath.
"It's getting hot in here though. I've worked up a bit of a sweat, can you tell?" Omni inquired mischievously.
He could tell.
The air in Omni's asscrack suddenly grew moist, and he felt her leggings begin to dampen around his nose as he continued to struggle for air.
"Hm, I think it's about time we took these clothes off, but first", Omni looked over her shoulder down at Alan, "I think it's time we mixed things up a bit. How about I change forms? You'd enjoy that right?" She giggled. "But who to be..."
"Hm," she jiggled her ass on Alan's face, deep in thought. "Maybe... a hot sister?"
Uh oh
"Nah, we'll save that for later."
Alan began to sweat nervously. Things taking an unpleasant turn.
"How about... ooo your first crush, as she is now, age appropriate, don't worry" she flicked his nose, smiling devilishly. "If only you had a current crush, but you haven't met a woman in years, so that's off the table."
"I guess I'll have to settle for another character from your stories for now, while I think on it. Ah! I know just the thing!"
Suddenly, Omni morphed into a character from one of the Writer's stories, a regal queen with long dark hair and piercing eyes. As she transformed, her clothes disappeared, replaced by a thick dark purple robe that draped over the two of them. The Writer's nose was now resting gently in Omni's sweaty naked ass, and the smell grew even worse.
"Now for the reason I removed the gag"
"Lick my ass" Omni commanded, and the Writer obeyed, beginning to slop up the sweat around her puckered hole. It tasted terrible, salty and sour, and it paradoxically dried out his mouth. It made the Writer want to puke, but he stayed strong for his mistress.
Alan felt a strong nausea begin to form in his stomach as he lapped at Omni's sweaty, greasy asscrack.
"Don't forget my asshole, slave"
"Yems yoorur majety" the Writer managed to get out between licks.
The Writer began to turn his attention to his mistress's pink rosebud, letting his tongue run across it and swirling around its edges.
The salty taste of her sweat began to mix with bitterness, the remnants of old farts and other unthinkables that adorned Omni's wet asshole.
Alan was enjoying himself somewhat. He was normally big fan of ass eating, and though the taste was worse than usual and Omni's writing had forced nausea on him, he found himself relaxed as he ran his tongue up and down Omni's asscrack. It also helped that she was the embodiment of a fantasy at the moment, being the spitting image of a character he had written.
The writer continued to worship Omni's butt for some time. All the while the atmosphere grew hotter and sweatier beneath the thick robe, as sweat dripped down Omni's back and into her asscrack before immediately being lapped up by Omni's diligent slave.
"Ah, that feels good," Omni sighed, briefly grinding her naked ass against the Writer's tongue. "But that's enough for now. I think you're enjoying yourself too much."
The Writer whined, not ready to stop servicing Omni's beautiful butt.
Alan felt himself whine into Omni's ass, as she turned to look at him once more. Honestly he might've whined even if she hadn't made him, he really had been enjoying himself.
"Besides, I think it's about time for,"
Chapter 2: The Writer Experiences All of Omni's Stink
Oh boy
"Now, where to start." She smiled deviously. "Armpits...? Or feet...?"