Not At All

Ah man! I immediately pulled up the picture and admired her smooth, pussy caught on camera. What a sight. I’m sure I had the looks and skill to get a look at it myself, but there was a perverse kind of pleasure knowing I’d forced the issue. It was easy enough to overlook this disgusting power trip when I told myself she deserved it. Was I not entitled to a little revenge, considering what she’d done to me?

Maybe not if I was living a pure life, but I was somewhat intoxicated by my rage, and frankly power.

Not to mention I had this app, which pinged and updated me that I’d earned eight points for getting her to do this. That felt good too, whatever it meant. It said it had an update, but you have to remember that at this point I didn’t know the app was the biggest thing to ever happen to my life. I was much too absorbed in this cruel game I was playing.

So I picked myself up, got to my feet, and headed towards the most abandoned bathroom in the dorm. Judging by the hallways everyone was getting laid, or playing D&D, so I was free to jerk off in peace, once I got to a stall. On the way I sent Veronica a follow up message, eager to see how far I could push this situation, before it broke. I was sure that I couldn’t go to the police now, but that was okay with me. This feeling of power I was enjoying seemed to eclipse the fear and anger I should have been feeling at the assault. I almost didn’t care about it at all by this point. It just felt like something I had to go through, to get to this point. I should have known there was something wrong with me, but I didn’t.

“Very nice.” It was an honest response. “But I want one with your face in it too, I want to see what the look on your face, knowing you’ve been caught.”

“Fuck you, I’ve given you too much already. Fuck off.”

I closed the stall door, behind me, pulled down my pants, and began to jerk off as I texted her, her naked pussy never leaving my phone for long. The meaty slap of my hand and cock filled the empty bathroom. “Maybe your friend will be more willing to help me out. Let me just post her face on social media, and see if anyone recognizes her.” There was radio silence after that, so I felt like I should push her a bit more. “But I don’t think I’ll be able to crop you and me out of the picture…”

“Fine!” Was her eventual response. I smiled victoriously, and started stroking faster. “Give me a minute, my roommate is in here. Let me get to the bathroom.” (Veronica Martez +5) (-42SP)

“No. Send me a picture from your room, I’m patient.”

“You’re a dick, I’m glad we got you.”

Yeah yeah. I leaned against the back of the seat, letting myself relax and rub away. I imagine her in her bedroom, hand gripping the hem of her skirt, casting nervous looks over her shoulder at her roommate. Pulse pounding, face blushing, embarrassed and ashamed that she got caught doing her sinister deeds, and now had to do this for me. Until eventually her roommate got so absorbed by her phone that Veronica plucked up the nerve to bunch her skirt up, bring her phone over her head, and look up at the phone. Her face was beat red, embarrassed and enraged. Her eyes looked like they were trying to burn a hole through the camera. Her legs were spread wide, as it was the only way at this angle to get a good look at her pussy, from the desk I think she was sitting at. I could just barely see the reddish cavern between her legs, but I could see it. Mission accomplished. (Veronica Martez +3) (-39SP)

I came. I grabbed a handful of toilet tissue, and let myself go. I can’t quite explain the joy I felt at making her do that for me, only sadism comes close. I was satisfied, spent, and feeling a little tired now. I left her picture on read, and went over to the app.

I had a total of 19 points, according to the app. 3 from Nurse Valentine, and 16 from Veronica over here. I still had no idea what the points meant, but Veronica did have a notification by her profile, so I clicked on that and was met with a popup.

Congratulations, you’ve unlocked a trait for one or more of your subjects. Traits are unlocked at 25 point intervals on each subject’s progress bar. -100,-75-,-50,-25,0,25,50,75, and 100. Traits affect a subject’s mind, body, or personality in ways that will make life easier for you! Each Trait is context sensitive and will change depending on your interactions with that person. Furthermore Each Trait will give you two mutually exclusive options to help your mold your subjects into your perfect slaves!

Ah man! This thing had upgrades? What the hell were we talking about here? Eagerly, I closed down the popup, and looked at Veronica’s profile to see if I could find where the options were. Sure enough underneath her profile there was a bar that indicated it belonged to -50 submissive points, and it was glowing. I tapped it, and a new window opened up.

-New Trait Unlocked!-

Sexting King

Condition: The User gained submission points by sexting with the subject

Route A

-Damn Autocorrect-

When texting The User, The Subject’s messages will be filled with sexual and provacative words and phrases. The meaning of their texts won’t change, but the words will shift to give everything an undeniable sexual tone. This change will be made after the message has been sent, as if corrected by their phone, but as their submission points continue to build The Subject will naturally start communicating with The User in this manner. Autocorrecting their own language.

Or

Route B

-Set To Vibrate-

The Subject’s phone will vibrate whenever receiving a message from The User. If The Subject has their phone on their person, they’ll receive a jolt of sexual joy from this vibration, finding that it is attuned to the exact frequency of their sex. The Subject can prolong this feeling of sexual enjoyment, by reading the text The User sent them.

This thing was straight up goofy at this point. It was giving me options like this was a choose your own adventure game or something. I admit that the level of surveillance this thing had over my life, was deeply shocking, but I had no reason to think it was magic, or whatever the hell was going on.

Keeping track of what was going on was one thing, but now it was actually saying it could change their behavior? I was suspicious at best, but still mad horny. I considered my options none the less.

If all of this was real, I could find out, right now with Option A. But at the same time if I met Veronica in person, Option B, would be fun too. Both would be equally embarrassing for her, and I’m sure if could find a way to swing more points off it… if any of this was real to begin with.