The Spider (standard:Fan Fiction, 3578 words)
Author: Shamoil Ahmad	Added: Apr 09 2010	Views/Reads: 2816/1991	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
The story is based on saber chatting.It reflects sex-culture of saber world where people of the third world are melting in like salt in water.

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When he made maiden entry into the Lovers' Lane of Sify, he found there
were more than hundred chatterers with pseudo ID. He had made initial 
foray with ‘hi', ‘hello', but no one took notice. He was not aware of 
the nuances of chatting. When his friend had loaded Yahoo Messenger, 
his eyes had widened. He then knew that chatting meant enjoying cyber 
sex and not just Yahoo, it was served by any site and chatting rooms 
were meant for that alone. Yahoo was full up to the brim with this. It 
had rather taken care of all categories of sex-starved groups. For the 
same sex women there was Lesbian Lounge and for men there was Gay Room. 
For the married there was a special room named Married and Flirt and 
Single Again Disco, Inferno Love, rooms named as Sixties Love, Fifties 
Love and Forties Love where chatting went on openly. 

The friend advised him to change his ID. 

“Your ID looks like the beard of a Mulla (Muslim priest)...Miya
Salauddin Ansari in the midst of Spiderman, Sex Hunter, Pain Killer, 
Lioness Jungle, Sexy Prince, Red Hot Lady, High Volt 2000...! 

The friend laughed heartily...! 

“That's the reason why you keep clicking in the chatting room and no one
notices you...” Then he delivered a long lecture on cyber culture and 
explained the meaning and significance of ID, “you are not what you 
are...rather you are what you are not...this is the requirement of the 
consumer culture...in this culture you must be seen as what you are 
not.” 

When he still did not understand, the friend further explained that in
this cyber world truth and falsehood are interchangeable and are 
jumbled together. You cannot sift them. This world is as false as it is 
true. When you construct an ID you construct a falsehood and each 
falsehood of the cyber world is a truth.” 

For a few days he remained confused as to what kind of ID should be
constructed for himself. One day while he was dozing off, suddenly a 
name came to his mind: Tiger Wood...He was surprised and happy too that 
in his subconscious there was this identity lurking within. He thought 
Tiger Wood had risen from his left side...he is really the tiger...out 
to hunt in the jungle of chatting world.... 

“hi!” 

“hi!” 

“asl plz...!” 

“m 32 India.” 

“m2.” 

“bye.” 

“bye.” 

What was the use of a male chatting with another male? Chatting should
be between male and female. 

He had no success initially. The matter did not go beyond ASL. But god
provides sugar to those who look for sugar ..... 

That was Lesbian Lounge where some grains of sugar fell on his palm. 

“hi!” 

“hi!” 

“r u male?” 

“Yes!” 

“What are you doing in a lesbian room?” 

“Looking for a partner.” 

“Go to men's room.” 

“I'm not gay.” 

“OK.” 

“Are you female?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Lesb...?” 

“No.” 

“Why here...?” 

“Same as you.” 

“We can become friend...?” “Sure.” 

“Your good name please...?” 

“Madhuri Saxena.” 

“Location?” 

“California...but I hail from India.” 

“Wow...! Me too...!” 

“Are you married, Madhuri?” 

“Divorcee.” 

“Can I add you, Madhuri?” 

“Yup...!” 

He clicked on the plus sign of the window chatting. This was the first
female ID that came to his messenger list. But the chatting could not 
continue for long. She informed that her son had arrived and that she 
could not do much chatting in the presence of her son. But she assured 
she will be back at this hour tomorrow. Nazma too had returned from the 
school. He also thought it prudent to sign out. 

He was happy. At least he got one friend...now there will be
chatting...but there is gap in age....has a young son...must be 
forty...he is himself thirty....if she asked he will say forty...and 
name...? name Brajesh Malik....! He smiled....every lie in the cyber 
world is a truth...! 

She came next day too. Nazma had gone in the neighbourhood. He was alone
in the house. After exchanging pleasantries she asked where he lived in 
India. He lied that he lived in Delhi...then he smiled as he thought 
living in Delhi was a status symbol. He asked what was the time there. 

“What is time there...?” 

“10 pm.” 

“11 am here.” He was at a loss on how to make a beginning on sex....what
if she took 

offence...? Madhuri herself resolved this problem. She asked. 

“r u alone...?” 

“Yes...and  u...?” 

“i'm always alone.” 

“i'm with  u.” 

“thnx.” 

“u r lvly.” 

“u 2...” 

“can I kiss u?” 

“sure!” 

“thnx...” and he pulled Madhuri into his arms. 

“taking u in my arms...” 

“oh, yes...!” 

“pressing  u hard against my chest.” 

“wonderful!” 

“u r hanging in my arms.” 

“Oh...hhh...hhhh...!” 

“ur feet raised above ground...!” 

“yes, darling, carry on.” 

“took you to bed.” 

“nice!” “lying side by side.” 

“wow...!” 

“kissing your neck...” 

“Oh...!” 

“ur earlobes...” 

“ah...i like it.” 

“keeping my lips upon ur lips....” 

“Ummmmm!” 

“pushing my tongue in...!” 

“Ohhhhhh...!” 

He was feeling the excitement. The cyber magic was casting its spell.
The way she was responding, he actually thought he had planted his lips 
on her lips. 

“unzipping  ur bra...!” 

And the gap began to narrow down. He was typing with his vacillating
fingers. The eyes were on the screen but words were acquiring the shape 
of body...the blood was racing in the veins. After the chatting had 
concluded he remained lying on her body like a mound. 

“relaxing...!” 

“u are hot.” 

“u  2...!” 

It surprised him no ends. .it was as good as real sex...had some other
talks as well. For instance, she informed him that she was a resident 
of UP, and is doing midwifery in California. As for himself, he told he 
was a businessman and that he was not married yet. Madhuri said she was 
thirty-eight...and he said he was forty... 

He did not get to know about the arrival of Nazma. No sooner she stepped
into the room than he signed out. But when she asked about  he was 
chatting with, he just parried the question. Nazma wanted to know as to 
how to talk to her bhaijaan (elder brother). 

“fix the date and time first and send him an offline message asking him
to be present online at the designated time” he said and acquainted her 
with the method of sending offline message on Yahoo. 

He was happy. While in office, he often recalled the conversations. How
was she responding? It does not happen that way even on the bed. He 
began to receive e-mails from Madhuri. But there were fewer romantic 
allusions. She usually recounted her own tails of family problems. Her 
daughter was a salesgirl in a departmental store. She had a boyfriend 
who always demanded money. If he did not get money, he became 
indifferent. She had to pay to obviate tension. That way half of her 
wages was consumed by her boyfriend. Her son too sailed in the same 
boat. He too had a girlfriend. Sometimes he would not return home for 
days and Madhuri would get distraught. Madhuri wrote her son was her 
weakness. She could not bear to stay away from him. She pleaded with 
her son that he stay with his girlfriend in this house itself. He 
replied to Madhuri's mail with care. He counseled restraint and said 
everything will be alright at the appropriate time. He was getting to 
prey now. Love 40's was his favourite room. In no time several IDs got 
connected to his own...Lady Diana 2000, Asian Queen, Purple Cloud, 
Pramila Garg, Shakila Arif, Monalisa 2000. He had sex chatting with 
them, but the kind of empathy he had established with Madhuri...that 
was not to be found anywhere else. Madhuri was his .first cyber 
love...! 

He had understood everything about chatting. He was able to ascertain
age from ID. IDs that seemingly carried genuine names like ‘Pramila 
Garg' and ‘Shakila Arif' belonged to mature women. Teenagers had 
strange IDs such as ‘Khushboo Gumnam', ‘Tanha Dil' etc. Asian 
connection facilitated his interaction with Khushboo Gumnam. She hailed 
from Bangalore but lived in Dubai. Her husband was a software engineer. 


She would be alone the whole day, sitting over net at home and at times
she was seen in the chatting room even during midnights. But she did 
not seem interested in sex related matters. She needed a friend with 
whom she could share her emotional outpourings. She confided that her 
husband was suspicious by nature. He would lock her in when he went to 
office and she had to suffer this ignominy. He then asked her if her 
husband objected to her chatting late in the night.... She informed him 
that what she did on the net did not at all bother him. He was more 
concerned about his sleep. After cohabiting he slept like an ass. Then 
she said a very personal thing that like horse her husband.... 

He got rid of Khushboo Gumnam. It was not possible to do cyber with her.
But he liked Pramila Garg. She was horny and she liked  riding. She had 
given her age as thirty. But he knew she must have been over forty. She 
had two children. Her husband was a banker. She opened up in the very 
first meeting. When he pulled Pramila into his bosom, she had fallen 
over him and had said, “I'll ride you, honey...” 

“oh... sure...!” 

“I'm always on top.” 

“welcome.” 

Pramila was a game. He regarded himself as raw. On the screen, the words
began to swirl like snake. Oceanic waves began to rage in his veins. 
Birds began to chirp vociferously. She 
swung...sideways....circular...he was out of his senses. He had not had 
this kind of experience even with Madhuri. For many days the 
intoxicating impact of that riding remained on him, but Pramila was 
never seen again. He extensively searched for her...for months he kept 
looking for her in chatting rooms. He sent her offline message on a 
number of occasions, but there was no trace of her. Many others came 
his way...he did riding also with most of them, but the kind of joy she 
delivered, no one else did. 

He had encountered Shakila Arif in her Islamic facet.  In the Religious
and Belief section of Yahoo there was a religion room. Buddhist, Hindu, 
Jewish, Christian and Islamic rooms...he did sex chatting everywhere. 
He found Shakila in the corner of the Islamic room. She was looking for 
life partner. She was thirty-six and liked to converse in Urdu. 

“salaam.” 

“walekum salaam.” 

“u r muslim?” 

“yes.” 

“shiya or sunni?” 

“sunni.” 

“age?” 

“36.” 

“married?” 

“o...and u...? 

“no.” 

“why ?” 

“didn't get any.” 

“i also didn't get any girl.” 

“should I add you?” 

“by all means.” 

Both of them added one another in their list. 

“should I say one thing?” 

“Yes.” 

“may i kiss you?” 

“r u stupid or what?” 

“u are stupid that  missing  an opportunity.” 

“i didn't come here for this.” 

“what else ?” 

“i m lking 4 a life partner.” 

“u will be d c ved.” “this is cyber world.” 

He stopped chatting and deleted Shakila's ID from his messenger list. 

Earlier, it was his practice to first come to home from office; but
after taking tea, he would to go to café. On occasions when Nazma would 
be outdoors for some reason, he would chat from home itself. Sometimes 
he used to start chatting in the dead of the night as well, but on such 
occasions he would remain very alert...at times when Nazma woke up, she 
fixed her eyes on the screen and he had to sign out on such occasions. 

One day when he returned from office, he found Nazma very happy. She
told him that she had chatted with her bhaijaan. He was coming to India 
the next month. That day he also received a mail from Madhuri. Her son 
came with his girl friend, stayed for two days and then went away. They 
fought the whole day, remained locked inside the room. Seeing all this, 
she did not want that they should get married. In reply he said that 
this is a sado-masochistic relationship between them. Without this they 
could not even indulge in sex. And if she did not want he should marry 
her, the reason is- she is jealous of her son's girl friend. 

A certain Saroj India once stumbled upon him in the Lesbian Lounge. Gave
her age as twenty-five and informed that she was bi-sexual. Chatting 
with her was exciting. There was a novelty about it. She liked 
doggy...elbow and knee on the bed...face downward...when he was 
relaxing after chatting Saroj India revealed that he was male. He got 
wild, but by then he had signed out. He was surprised—how could he get 
fooled? 

But chatting was quite real. Who knows even Pramila Garg could be a
male? And Madhuri...? Is Madhuri also a male? But he sensed 
truthfulness in what Madhuri said. He liked the way she acquainted him 
with the family matters and shared her problems with him. When in jolly 
mood she would chirp and sing old film songs. He too would sing and 
have sex with her; and he felt he was not in café but in her home. He 
thought of using web-cam. Cam to cam....it was not possible to deceive 
in front of camera. But in café he would not be able to undress before 
the camera and at home there was Nazma. 

But gradually he began to feel bored with chatting. The same old words
even with new IDs. Oh...the sameness....ooohhhh....aaahhh...your 
legs...! He found these words floating on the screen like dead birds. 
He thought of giving up chatting. His visits to café became less 
frequent, but old habits like old slaves kept demanding their share of 
booty. After a few days recess, he would feel the same impulse and then 
spend hours in café. 

Once seated in the Flirting Room, he was passing through insipidity when
suddenly an ID appeared on the screen....Beauty-in-Chain. It was an 
attractive ID. He could not help saying hello to it. 

“hello!” 

“hi!” 

“r u beauty...?” 

“Yes!” 

“i'm beast.” 

“ha...ha...ha...beauty and the beast.” 

“location please...” 

“city of Love.” 

“wow...i'm  4m the city of dick.” 

“is it a big city?” 

“yes, honey!” 

“fine.” 

“want to see it?” 

“cam...?” 

“no cam.” 

“how to see?” 

“hold it...feel it!” 

“i'm in chain tiger.” 

“ok, honey, i unchain  u.” 

“ok!” 

“unzipping ur bra...” 

“yes...!” 

“ur round boobs...!” 

“c  mole between them.” 

“yes....I c it.” 

“put ur lips on it.” 

“i do...!” 

“my nipples erect...suck them!” 

“Ohhhhhh...!” 

He was exceedingly surprised. No one had ever responded that fast. His
fingers were moving on the key board in a machine-like manner and the 
words like itching dogs were raising their heads. The response was hot 
from the other side. But a pall of gloom had begun to overtake him. He 
thought of changing the topic of discussion. 

“r u single?” 

“i'm housewife.” 

“ur husband?” 

“must be chatting somewhere.” 

Beauty-in-Chain too appeared to be a game. Some time she would become
doggy and some time claim to be sixty-nine. He realised it with some 
difficulty that cyber culture was a sex culture where those of the 
third world were getting dissolved into it like salt  into 
water...everyone trying to find a private part of the body for self.... 


He returned home on his tired legs. Nazma was looking very happy. 

“Bhaijaan will log on now.” 

“How do you know that?” 

“I was on the net. I got his off line message.” 

“Are you a regular on the net?” 

“Sometimes.” Nazma smiled. 

He opened the net. He felt like opening a new ID in the name of Brajesh
Malik. The moment he typed ‘B', Beauty-in-Chain emerged on the screen. 
He was taken aback-how come this ID in his computer memory? He looked 
at Nazma whose face suddenly became white. He felt like being in 
sewerage of a room and Nazma was wriggling like an insect. His fist 
tightened, his eyes disgorging fire and brimstone. He was fixedly 
staring at Nazma. 

“What happened to you?” Nazma asked in trepidation. 

He continued to stare at her like that. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” 

His lips were sealed and his body was trembling. 

“Why are you silent?” Nazma's dread increased. A mysterious mist was
beginning to pall on her. To him Nazma's image appeared on the computer 
screen and the ID of Beauty-in-Chain was crawling like a spider. 

“Why don't you speak?” Nazma shook him violently as though he just woke
him from sleep. 

“Hi!” He smiled. To Nazma.  His voice appeared to have come from a
distance. 

”Hi, Beauty-in-Chain.” And Nazma's face turned black. 

“Tiger Wood here!” He menacingly advanced towards her like a cheetah.
Nazma retreated in fear. 

“Come on, darling...I'll unchain you...!” He wanted to catch hold of 

Nazma's hand which she managed to extricate from his clutch. 

“What has happened to you?” 

“Hold my dick...” 

Nazma was shaking in fear. 

“Feel it.” He shrieked. 

“Unzip your bra.” He held her by her scruff and pulled violently towards


himself and in the process buttons of her blouse gave way...Nazma's 

breast got exposed and he burst into a peal of laughter. 

“Ha...ha...ha...your round boobs....!” 

“I see mole between them.” 

“Your nipples erect...!” 

“Come on...” 

“Come to your senses.” Nazma said entreatingly. 

“Come on, be doggy.” He gave a violent push to Nazma. She fell on the
floor. Her saree rose up to her buttocks. 

“Your elbow and knee on bed...face downward...!” 

Nazma folded her hands. 

“Please, I'm Nazma.” 

“No...!” 

“Please...!” 

“No...no...no...!” 

“What has happened to you?” 

“You're Beauty-in-Chain.” 

“It's me...” 

“Come on.” He pulled hard at her legs. 

“Spread your legs...” 

“I'm Nazma, Nazma...!” 

“Nazma is dead...dead....dead...!” He shrieked violently. 

And Nazma began to sob bitterly....! 


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