This is part 5 of a continuing story - I recommend reading the other parts first. This story contains themes consensual nonconsent - pretend sexual assault. If that is not for you, try another story.
All feedback is welcome.
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I woke up alone the next morning. I was briefly startled and looked around for Dana, my new girlfriend, but found a text from her saying she'd left early for work and didn't want to wake me.
I had several other messages. Madison and Julie, the cheerleader twins, had both responded to the nearly-nude picture of Dana I had sent.
"I want to lick your cum off her tits," said Madison.
Julie, always more reserved than her sister, replied with "Wow she's hot ... I want to see you again."
And finally, another update from my ex Sarah. Thanks to my Master PC program, she could only cum when imagining giving me head, and last night she had left a long, explicit voice message detailing doing exactly that.
"I'm so sorry about that message - please don't listen to it if you haven't already! But I would love to see you again and catch up! Message me!"
Yeah, I thought, if I were calling exes and leaving them vivid voicemails about how much I wanted to suck them off, just days after posting about my perfect marriage, I'd probably want to keep it quiet too.
After making a cup of coffee, I sat down at my computer and brought up the Master PC program. I had made some mistakes, but I felt I was getting the hang of it. At some point I'd have to make an update so I could enter "that woman over there" or something like that in the search field, but for now I needed a full name.
As I thought about it, it came to me that the odds of all the women I'd set my sights on being bisexual seemed pretty astronomically low.
Curious, I typed in Madison's name and browsed her profile. There it was - there was a sliding scale from herero to homosexuality, and her setting was fully pushed to herero. She wasn't actually interested in doing anything with Dana; she was telling me what she thought I'd want to hear. Well, she was right - but it was better if it was real. I pushed her setting into the exact middle, so she'd find all genders equally attractive.
Oh, and what was this? An alert had popped up, letting me know she was on her way to a date. That wouldn't do. I went to her general input and started typing:
Call your date and cancel. Go home and masturbate, replaying your night with me, and thinking about licking my cum off Dana's tits.
You know no one else can satisfy you - you don't want to date anyone else.
I gave Julie similar changes and instructions, and then searched for Dana. God, this woman was perfect - she seemed to be serious about being ok with sharing me, not just saying it: her sexuality settings were already in the middle.
Her jealousy settings were high, but included an exception if she was with her partner, and her desire for new sexual experiences was through the roof. This woman might have only fucked twice before we met, but it clearly wasn't due to a lack of imagination or desire - she was just waiting for the right person to come along.
I saw a list of her sexual fantasies, but clicked away after seeing consensual non-consent, which I already knew about. I wanted to find that out organically.
That still left the problem of what to do about my revenge plot. I wanted to break Sarah and Steve to make them pay for hurting me. I wanted them to suffer ... Dana had said she was willing to help, but I was a little worried.
I brought up her input box and began typing: You enjoy sexual cruelty. You want to help with my revenge plan because you enjoy the idea of ruining others.
In the shower, I had another thought - half my fun had come for letting things play out mostly-organically. I enjoyed tweaking things to set the stage, but not just turning women into mindless cumsluts. It was better when they still had some personality and could actually interact.
After my shower I went back to Dana's profile and deleted my earlier input, and typed in a new order: you will never tell anyone about me, or what we do, no matter what. You will keep my secrets to the grave.
There, I thought. Now I could tell her about the Master PC if I wanted to, without worry of her going to the authorities - either today or in five years. If she was on board with my revenge plans, great, but if she wasn't, I'd deal with that when the time came without worry of detection.
Speaking of the revenge plan ... It was time to get in touch with Sarah. I picked up my phone and dialed her number.
"Hi!" she answered brightly. "It's great to hear from you - it's been so long!"
"Yeah, it's been a while," I responded, thinking "Been a while since you and my best friend stole my life's work and ran off together."
She made a bit of cheerful small talk before making her move: "So, I was hoping I could see you ... have you ever been to the Caribbean?"
"Ah, no, can't say I have."
"Things have been good for St-my husband and I." She'd almost said "Steve" but caught herself. "We have a private island, with a nice estate. Why don't you come out and make a vacation of it?"
"That would be great! How do I get there?"
"Oh, we can send our jet for you," Sarah said. "First class, private, expert cabin crew ..."
We set a pickup time for early the next morning.
"Great, see you soon," I said, hanging up.
Just after lunch I got a text from Dana: "Can I come over?"
"Sure," I responded. "Thinking of some lunch-break fun? ;)"
Oddly, she didn't reply. Fifteen minutes later I learned why when I answered my door - "lunch break fun" was the last thing on her mind. She had been crying, leaving tear streaks down her cheeks. She threw her arms around me as I shut the door, her shoulders heaving as she started sobbing again.
I held her, whispering soothingly, until she could move. I brought her to the bed and got her some tissues and a bottle of water, then lay down to spoon her.
"What's wrong, baby? What happened?"
After a few minutes, she was able to speak. "My fucking boss, Keith. He was always a creep ... he's been insufferable. You'd think his wife didn't exist - I've had to turn him down a dozen times, and - and - and -" she broke into choking sobs again.