"RAID! RAID! RAID!"

"A raid?!" John asked bemused. "Guys, I'm not in my basement any more. This shit I'm offering you guys is better than any dumb old raid! I mean, I like busting into other peoples on-line hangouts and trolling as much as the next guy but-." John stopped as he read his chat as it elaborated on the idea. "Yeah, there are loads of people I loved screwing with in the past but I can do that in real life now. That's more fun right? What do you mean it's not personal? What about Femforevar? I don't see how that would wo-" The cogs in Johns head clicked into motion in one almighty jolt. Suddenly he understood. "rk.. Is Femforevar even streaming right now? Ha, of course she is, that's why you bought it up! Oh my GOD! You guys are amazing! I need to get to a computer, now! There is a cyber cafe nearby as well. Oh man!"

John doubled pace and started to franticly spell out his plan as he hurried along towards his destination. "Guys I'm going to need you on this. If this works, this is going to be the raid to end all raids. The win amounting from this will be awesome!" He turned a corner and ignored the strange looks of passers by as he spoke to himself. He continued, "Guys I'm am going to need you to raid her chat when I say so. All you got to do is get her to watch my stream. It's going to take a little bit of social engineering but I think we can pull this off. Who is Femforevar? A goddamn feminazi, that's who. She has got friends of mine kicked off this site just because she wanted to. She is so stuck up and full of herself, she does not deserve half of her followers. Yeah, she is way bigger than I was, that's true but hey those types of people just flock together and circle jerk, its what they do. I have seen her play some games but she mostly just complains about men, I can't believe people watch her for hours on end. "

John looked up at the cyber cafe sign, he was there. He pushed though the door and went up to the front desk, a thin man with a goatee and glasses greeted him. "Get me on a computer now" is all John said with no time for pleasantry's. " John pointed to the back which was behind a partition and secluded, the guy led him round and got him started by typing in a password and logging in.

"There you go, just so you know our rates-" Began the staff member.

"Let me use it for free and go back to your desk." John said dismissively. The guy did an about turn and went back to his post.

"Right", said John as he cracked his fingers and went to work. Quickly logging on to the appropriate sites and programs he clicked rapidly. With one final click he bought up Femforevar's stream, the little symbol in the centre of the screen whirred and John rubbed his palms nervously. In a flash it connected and there she was, talking to camera with a pouty expression on her face. Her pretty features framed by her dirty blonde hair up in a pony tail, her casual clothes showing nothing of interest. John turned the volume up slightly to hear that she was just shooting the breeze with her followers, her chat scrolling on at a steady pace as it heaped praise and softball questions her way. "Guys, if you haven't already done it, log on to her stream." John watched as her viewer count spiked a little. "Ok guys, do it, try to get her to watch my stream, don't care how, she just needs to hear my voice and it's over for her." John watched anxiously as names he recognised started to fill her chat.

"OMG you need to check Renegade's stream now!"
"Check Renegade's stream!"
"Renegade John represent!"
"You won't believe what renegade is doing right now!"

All valiant efforts to get her attention but for her part she was studding her nails briefly before checking her I-tunes, she was not paying attention to the chat. Femforevar's followers quickly drowned out John's with calls for them to go away and just the volume of regular chat scrolling the chat log up. Changing tactics Johns followers started hurling **** at Femforevar's in an attempt to start a flame war to get her attention. This time it worked as the chat filled with name calling and expletives in caps. Femforevar checked the chat and seemed surprised at what she was seeing.

"Guy's what the hell? What's going on?" she demanded. She scanned the chat quickly and got a jist of the issue. "Renegade John is trying to raid me huh? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic." She shook her head in dismay. "What a loser, no I will not watch that worms stream. He just wants attention. He isn't worth the bother. End of story." She sighed "I was having a good day in till that jerk turned up. John, I know you are watching this, go fuck yourself. I'm not watching your stream you piece of shit. Get lost."

John felt his blood boil. For the past two weeks he had been king of the world, he had everything he wanted, when he wanted it. He never had to want for anything again, he was above everyone and everything. Yet, just minuets after visiting his old internet haunts, here he was being belittled by the person he hated most in the world and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He watched her go down her chat log clicking names. "Get lost, get lost, get lost" She said as she banned each of Johns followers from the chat in turn. John noticed some of his more savvy followers not giving up the fight so easily as they re-logged onto her chat with proxy IP addresses to dodge banning. They where clearly very motivated to see her take a fall. "Oh fine, you want to play that way assholes?" John watched as she started clicking, he knew what she was doing and it meant game over for him. "There, only trusted, pre approved followers may now comment in my chat." She said victoriously. John could confirm that the only things showing up were her followers with the highest butt kissing ratio. Defeated John cupped his hands over his face, blacking out his stream. He had lost, she was going to get away, the one girl he actually wanted **** on.

"Oh hey Sparkleflow, what's up?" Femforevar chimed. John looked back at the screen with tired eyes, now Sparkleflow was going to gloat in Femforevar's chat, just because she could he assumed. "Whoa slow down Sparkle, I'm not going to watch that jerks stream, don't worry. You can quit the caps lock. He isn't worth the time of day." Reassured Femforevar. John watched Femforevar's features scrunched up as she read Sparkleflow's messages. "Whoa! Wait? What?" She shouted. "He did what to a policewoman?! No, that can't be, calm down. But if he is doing something like that it's got to be pornographic. He is probably linking a first person porno movie or something and labelling it as himself. If it's a porno and he showed that stuff on screen, he can get banned. I can get him banned!" She realised to herself. She typed away at her keyboard. "What was his stream again? Don't worry Sparkleflow, I know it's disgusting but if we face up to it now we can get rid of him for good. It's not dangerous, don't worry, I had to see this type of stuff for my woman's studies class. I know all about this vile trade. What do you mean?" said Femforevar hesitating. "Mind control? I don't think that's real sparkle, he is messing with you. Ill prove it, lets get this worm banned" she said as she brought up Johns stream, only to be confronted an image of a screen with her live stream playing on it. "What the?" She asked bemused as she leaned over and turned up her volume to try and make sense of Johns stream. John was taken by surprise by the turn of events and the speed at which his fortunes changed, he sat there blinking for a few seconds before snapping out of it.

"Keep connected to my stream and pay attention to me. Keep the volume up" John blurted out as he looked at her expectantly, the slight delay on the streams seemed like an eternity. In what seemed like slow motion John saw her take a breath and open her mouth.

"OK" She agreed.

Johns eyes went wide as he sprang from his chair. "I got her! I got that bitch!" he shouted, a few people looked up from their computers on the other side of the cafe but turned back to their screens unimpressed. John started to do a happy dance. Femforevar looked at him dance with a scowl, she motioned to her screen and mouthed 'what the fuck' to herself.

"John, stop dancing you idiot. You are in big trouble." She said crossing her arms looking at her screen pursing her lips as she prepared to lay on a verbal smack down. "You are so banned. Sparkleflow told me what she saw."

"You are not going to do anything about banning me."John cut in, Femforevar nodded in agreement. "Ah yes Sparkleflow, this is twice she has provided for me, she really is one of my all time favourite people. You should have listened to her and not watched this stream you dumb cunt".

"Don't use horrible words like that on my stream!" Objected Femforevar.

"Cunt cunt cunt, cuntcuntcuntcunt, cunt cunt cunt cunt..." Sang John in the tune from Mario Brothers. Clearly flustered Femforevar reached over to her volume to shut it off but couldn't touch it, she flapped her hands through John's song and bought them up to her temples and frowned at the screen, she just sat there and took it.

"OK stop! God what is with you? If this is you idea of going out in a blaze of glory, forget it. No one while remember your crappy little stream. "

"I'll remember it, that's what counts, oh hey I just remembered, we never did find out what your real name was? You want to tell me what it is?" John added.

"Why? So you can hack me or pester me in real life? How stupid to you think I am?" She said condescendingly.

"Tell me your name" John said grinning

"Becky, Becky Brown. Happy?" Confirmed Becky.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now, take off your hoody" John wanted to get things rolling. Becky pulled the zip down and took off her hoody and threw it in the corner of her room revealing her pink tank top and large firm d cup breasts almost spilling out the top. Slightly self conscious of herself she pulled the front up a bit to hide her large cleavage. "Wow, and to think you have been hiding that body all this time. You are pretty hot its a shame you are such a bitch" Becky's face looked disgusted.

"erk, are you going to hit on me now? You men are all the same. What a looser. "

"Oh come on, don't pretend that any of your male followers follow you because of your I.Q. They just want to see them titties"

"Actually John, most of my followship is female so it show what you know." She was still be condescending right to the last. John looked at her chat, he could see that it was filled with man bashing and praising statements for Becky.

"Oh yes your followers, I know they can all hear me. Hello people. All you people out there who follow Femforevar, every time you see her, you find her incredibly arousing. In fact you can't help but masturbate while watching her on stream." Becky watched events take place with little concern, her chat slowed to a crawl and then stopped completely. John took note of this.

"I see your chat's dead. I can just imagine all those girls out there who looked up to you, who now see you as a piece of meat. I wouldn't expect them to be the chatty type, its hard to type with one hand after all. I guess you will have to just rely on new followers for feed back. "

"True" Becky agreed. "But my channel is growing all the time, unlike your crappy little stream"

"Let me help you with that, from now your channel is about cam whoring, after you finish your current stream your primary focus when streaming is to tease and seduce your audience by being as sluty as you can be. No more of this feminism women's issues crap."

"OK yeah" confirmed Becky without missing a beat.

"Let me see those tits" commanded John. Becky moved the material of her tank top down to reveal her small areola on her large mounds "nice, now suck on one of your nipples" She bought her teat to her mouth and bit it with her teeth to get it to attention before she started to suckle herself. John started rubbing his crotch as he watched her perform for him. "Get up and do a sexy dance, strip out of those clothes, slowly." Becky stopped sucking on herself as she adjusted her camera to get herself all in view and stepped back. She wasn't wearing much, the only thing left to discover was her bottom half covered with sweatpants and thick white socks. She started dancing to a beat in her head, John unleashed his penis and started to pump as he watched her. He heard her make a disgusted noise as she looked over to the stream, she could see John was masturbating to her dance but could not stop herself as she slipped down her pants and kicked her socks off. Spinning slowly she brought her tank top over her head and wiggled her pink panty covered bottom at the camera. Slipping her panties down as she looked coyly over her shoulder, she brought them to the floor and held her bent over position with her naked butt in the air. The folds of her pussy could be seen between her legs flanked by her large creamy thighs. Finishing she turned and kicked her panties to the side and posed with her hands behind her head, chest out and her hip cocked. She could have been a model with her body, she was a true knock out.

"There" she said returning to her seat. John continued to stroke his cock starting at her tits as they were closer than ever to the camera.

"Tell me, do you live alone Becky?" Asked John

"No I live with my parents"

"Figures, so much for the whole independent female routine."John scoffed. "Becky make yourself decent and go bring them into your room." Becky grabbed her sweatpants and top and threw them on quickly, she skipped out the door shouting.

"Mom? Dad?" was all John heard before she was out of the range of her microphones. With her out the room, John noticed her chat start up again. They started talking about how beautiful she was at first but then they start talking about how much they were masturbating and how much they came. Many commenters complained about ruining their panties with their own juices because they were so wet, and how many fingers they had to use to stuff up their holes to satisfy themselves. The door opened and Becky walked in towing her parents. They appear to be typical forty somethings, her dad was a fairly attractive thin guy with a thick bushy moustache. Her mother was quite overweight and not much to look at, Becky clearly got her looks from her fathers side. John noted Becky's chat had stopped as she was on screen again.

"Hello Mr and Mr Brown, tell me Mr Brown, do you buy you daughter much." asked John.

"Yes, I bought her the computer and her car." Confirmed Becky's father.

"I thought as much." Started John "Mrs Brown, tell me honestly now, do you have much sex with your husband?"

"Oh no, I suppose not any more, I put on a bit of weight a few years back, now we just cuddle in front of the T.V. most nights." She said matter of factly.

"I see, well it seems like you owe people a lot Becky, Mr Brown from now on, when you feel a little bit horny or sexually frustrated, use Becky here, sexually, anyway you want to get off. Also Mr's brown, if you feel like you need to relax, have Becky here eat you out. OK? You can leave now"

"OK" The both said in unison, turning toward the door. Mr's Brown left first but as Mr Brown got to the door he looked over at Becky sitting in her chair. He took in the sight of her Petite, top heavy frame briefly as she sat in her chair starting at the screen. He walked over unbuckling his belt.

"Wow it looks like Mr brown was pretty frustrated all right." observed John as Mr Brown grabbed Becky and pulled her up by the shoulders, he bent her over her desk with her face right up close to her high price web cam. John could just about make out her sweatpants being yanked down and see the out line of her father getting into position behind her. As Mr brown thrust forward for the first time, Becky grunted loudly but quickly got into the rhythm and paid almost no mind to her father as he ploughed her from the back, the only give away was her heavy breathing which could be picked up by how close she was to the microphone.

"Right Becky, time to rap up this raid. First off I want you apologise for all the hassle you have caused me over the years."

"Fuck off" she replied as her fringe bounced off her sweaty forehead.

"Apologise!" Demanded John

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for all the times I got your friends banned and -Urgg- everything I have called you, or talked bad about you or your -humf- friends."

"Say, Renegade completely owned you and this is the best raid ever"

"Renegade, you have completely owned me, this is the greatest raid of all time! Ah!" She agreed squealing lightly as her father found her G-spot.

"You're damn right it is, looks like your father is finishing and I feel like its a good time for me to finish as well, and and by the way, if any of my followers shows up in your chat, you do anything they want you to, OK?

"OK...whao!" She said as her father gave her one more final thrust almost sending her through her monitor as he came into her.

John closed Femforevar's stream and drummed his fingers on his desk. "There it is guys, the greatest, most win raid of all time!" John didn't have to check the chat, he knew they agreed with him, they all hated that girl. Ironically though many of Johns followers will probably be hanging out on her future streams from now on.

John stretched in his chair. "So guys, what now?"