The program sat in a corner of Minseo’s desktop, an innocuous blank-page icon hiding in the corner amidst a clutter of files, folders, and shortcuts. Most of the time she didn’t notice it. She was the CTO; she was too busy to clean up every stray thing that ended up on her desktop. That was how it got so cluttered in the first place. She liked a cluttered desktop anyway. It felt lived-in. Her office was otherwise clean and organized. It was small, but it had all she really needed - a door to shut, and no interior windows for anyone else in the company to peek in on her when she shut it. She made it very clear to the rest of the department not to bother her when it was shut. The exterior window, however, had the second-best view on the eighth floor. She’d worked hard to get there, and she worked hard to stay there.

She had a rare lull, a moment where nobody was trying to call her, no fires needed putting out, no projects needed shepherding. She was idly flicking through desktop wallpapers when she noticed the program. white_rabbit.exe. “Huh. Weird. I wonder what that is,” she said to herself. Then she opened it.

She looked up at the clock and it was nearly a half-hour later than she thought it was. She had a meeting to attend. She opened up Zoom and took a look at herself in the webcam preview, adjusting her hair a little and straightening her shirt, which had somehow gotten rumpled. I really lost track of time there, she thought. But I feel really good. Really relaxed. Guess it’s good to let your mind wander every now and then. She made one last check in the preview to make sure she looked professional, and then she joined the meeting. “Hey everyone, sorry I’m a little late…”

Minseo was creating a new .txt file to remind herself to do something when she saw the program. She’d never seen it before. It had a blank icon. white_rabbit.exe. “Well, that’s weird,” she said. And she opened it.

She looked up from her computer and time had flown. Now she could clock out for the weekend instead of sending out those last few emails. They’d wait until Monday. She felt good. It was gonna be a nice evening.

There was a program on Minseo’s desktop that she’d never noticed before. Not a shortcut, a program. white_rabbit.exe. She must have copied something there and forgotten about it. She couldn’t even think of what it might be. She opened it.

An hour later, she’d forgotten what she was doing. Zoned out entirely. Time to take a little break, she thought. When she went to the bathroom she noticed in the mirror that her face was looking a little flushed, in a nice, glowing kind of way.

Minseo noticed the strange program on her desktop and said, “huh, I guess I must have downloaded a new game or something and forgotten about it.” white_rabbit.exe. She couldn’t remember putting it there, but she must have. If anyone else was logging into her computer, she’d know. She opened it.

Slut came into being. She was in an office behind a desk, looking at a pair of monitors. She couldn’t remember who she was, or how she got here. All she knew was that her name was Slut and she was very, very horny. One of the monitors was displaying a list of video files with dates. She opened one dated yesterday and was momentarily startled when sound started coming through the earbuds she didn’t know she was wearing. It was a video of herself - she did know it was herself, even though she’d never seen herself before. Short, glossy dark hair, with swooping bangs framing her sharp cheekbones, her cute little flat nose, her heart-shaped lips. In the recording, she was in the same chair she was sitting in now. Her shirt was unbuttoned, one hand reaching up under her bra to feel her breast and the other snaking down her pants. Her mouth was slightly open, face slightly flushed. Slut played her fingers over her hardening nipples through her shirt, in sympathy with her mirror-self.

She kept clicking through the videos. Last week, her pants were off and she was leaning back in her chair with her feet propped up on the desk, visibly very wet pussy spread open with two fingers inside it. Two weeks ago: leaning up against the window with her skirt hiked up over her ass, rubbing herself.

Somebody could have seen me, thought Slut. Fuck, that’s hot. Her hand slipped between her pants, found her wet slit, and started tracing it up and down.

Last month: fully naked, grinding her cunt on the edge of her desk. She rode it to a shuddering orgasm. The month before that: One hand noisily fucking her sloppy-wet cunt, three fingers deep, the other penetrating her ass. There was her fucking herself with a stapler. Humping her chair. Slapping her cunt with binder clips on her nipples. Slut scrolled to the bottom of the list, wondering how far back it went. Before she could do the math, she found a video that said “Watch Me.” So she did.

In this one she was wearing a full latex suit, somewhere else that wasn’t this office. Was that home? Did Slut have a home? “Hello, Slut,” the other her said. “You’re probably wondering what’s happening.”
Slut wasn’t wondering that hard. She was so horny she could hardly focus on anything except stripping her pants off for better access.

“You’re me. Well, sort of,” the her onscreen said. “You’re Slut. A Slut, anyway. There’s going to be lots of you. I’m the Programmer. Minseo made me. We’re both Minseo, sort of. Just little parts of her sectioned off and activated by subliminal triggers. It was her idea. She’s very, very into hypnosis and mind control and all that stuff, so she thought it would be hot to do it to herself. Give herself all these humiliating triggers and keep herself totally unaware of it.”

Slut had a finger rubbing her clit now. It was so fucking hot.

“So she made me. The Programmer. She gave me the job of giving her all these fun little triggers and then wiping her memory clean of ever making me in the first place. When I’m done - which, by the time you’re watching this video, I’ll be done and gone already - she won’t even remember that she had a hypnosis fetish. I’m sure somewhere deep down, she’ll remember. But you, me, all those other personalities I’m going to make,” she grinned, “we’re going to get to live it. And we all definitely think it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.”

Slut had her shirt and bra pulled up and was pinching her hard, dark nipples. She whimpered.

“You’re Slut. Well, one of many Sluts, anyway. Your trigger is whenever Minseo opens up a specific program on her desktop. Then she goes away and you come into being. You only exist until the moment you make yourself cum. Then - poof! - you’re gone.” The Programmer gestured dispersal with her latex-gloved hands. “Identity death fetish. That really gets me going.”

Slut nodded along. She had her pants pulled halfway down now, one finger playing in and out of her cunt.

“You have two primary commands. One, you cannot leave the office. And two, you’re so horny you can’t possibly stop yourself from masturbating. And once that happens… I know you’ll inevitably push yourself over the edge.”

Slut put her hands flat on top of the desk and bit her lip. If she kept going, she’d - fuck. She wouldn’t exist any more. But that thought was so hot. It made her want to touch herself. She had to touch herself. She couldn’t hold off the urge even if she wanted to. Her cunt throbbed, her nipples ached with need. It was so fucking hot, knowing she didn’t have any control over her life, didn’t even have a real life. She was just Slut. One of many.

“Minseo’s computer records the whole thing. Of course, she can’t access any of the videos without opening the program, so you Sluts will be the only ones who get to see them. A sisterhood of perverts finding the most depraved ways you can think of to get off before you go away.” Sluts hands were trembling. She wanted to play with herself. Wanted to watch more videos. See all the other Sluts. Get off with them. Cum and go.

“I’ve got a couple other personalities I’ve got planned out. They won’t be like you - they’ll remember who they are from existence to existence. I wouldn’t always be around to explain things to them like I could you. You’re the only one that’s disposable.”

The programmer leaned back in her chair and counted on her fingers. “First, the Exhibitionist. Every night she takes over, takes pictures of herself naked, posts them all over the Web. Various places. Reasonably anonymized, of course. But you never know who might stumble across them.”

A fantasy about that came unbidden into Slut’s head. Maybe a dim memory crossing over. This body posing with her legs spread. Breasts out. Watching the dirty comments pour in. All those men telling her what they’d do to her. Every night a different site. Maybe even someone Minseo knew would see it and Minseo wouldn’t even know. Slut flushed with arousal and let her hands slide off the desk and play over her body, stroking her smooth skin, slowly circling back to her cunt and nipples.

“Second, the Cumdump. Whenever Minseo’s alone with a strange man the Cumdump will beg to suck his cock. She swallows, of course. Cleans up easy and leaves Minseo none the wiser… other than maybe an aftertaste.”

In elevators. In back alleys. In taxi cabs. Shaft after shaft, load after load, an endless parade of cocks. Most of her existence spent on her knees. Slut was so wet thinking about it. She started teasing her fingers down her slit, slowly, drawing her own existence out.

“Third, the Toy. I’ll put an app on Minseo’s phone., like the one that made you. When she uses it, the Toy takes over and finds men online to offer herself to. She gives them a whole menu of other commands to program her further for the night, starting with the basics: Schoolgirl, pet, daughter, that kind of thing… each one with more options to customize the experience. A real phone tree of fetishes. Then she goes over to their house and… you can imagine the rest.

Slut had two fingers inside herself now. She was so wet, getting closer and closer to cumming. Almost to the edge of orgasmic nonexistence. She pulled her hand away and sat there, breathing heavily.

“Finally, my favorite humiliation.” The Programmer smiled conspiratorially. “The Cleaner. The one that switches on after the other personalities switch off to make everything clean and tidy and then fall asleep before Minseo wakes up. She’ll be a pathetic creature. Never knowing when she is, where she is, who she is. Cum in her mouth, in her cunt, splattered all over her. Always just fucked but never getting to fuck. An infinity of mornings after.”

That was so hot. That was irresistibly hot. Slut wiggled all the out of her pants and pulled her shirt and bra off and started finger-fucking herself hard thinking about the poor pathetic Cleaner having to come in after her and take care of everything.

“That’s all I have planned for now, anyway,” said the Programmer. “Maybe I’ll make a few more. Leave Minseo some real fun surprises. Anyway. I have one last thing I need to tell you about before I leave you to get off. See that button in the corner? The one that says ‘Send?’ If you hit that, it’ll send out all those recordings of Minseo masturbating in her office to everyone in her contacts. Everyone will know what a pervert she is. It’d destroy her life. God, it’s so fucking hot knowing that a dirty Slut like you has that much control over her.”

Slut agreed. Her body flushed even more, her fever-need deepening. She brought herself to an edge with her fingers, dancing close to oblivion before backing off.

“Of course, we are still… sort of… all Minseo. So I think you’ll have enough subconscious self-preservation not to hit the button. But the idea of a disposable slut fucking herself to orgasm in my body with her finger on the trigger, thinking about pulling it, knowing that if she makes herself cum she won’t be around to deal with the consequences… fuck, it gets me so wet.”

Slut bit back a moan and moused over the button with the hand not currently buried in her pussy, hovering her cursor over it. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. If she really wanted to…

In the video, the Programmer waved. “That’s all I have. Bye, Slut. Enjoy yourself.” She blew herself a kiss and the video ended.

Slut was trembling all over as she worked herself up to a violent orgasm, hand frantically pumping in and out of herself. She kept the other one on the mouse and edged herself. It was so hot knowing that if she went over she wouldn’t exist any more. She’d cum so hard and then - nothing. Fuck. She thought about tearing her hands away, keeping herself around longer, and found she couldn’t. She edged herself again. Then a third time, her body trembling harder now. On the fourth peak, she went over. The last thing Slut knew was a wave of pleasure hitting her, her mouth pulling back into an O, body shaking, finger twitching -

Minseo blinked and shook her head. She’d spaced out a little bit there. She looked at the clock - time to head over to the all-staff meeting.

Her computer dinged, notifying her she’d gotten a new email. Kept dinging. She looked at the inbox. It was a deluge of out-of-office messages and bouncebacks, like she’d just sent an email to everyone. Weird. She definitely would have remembered doing that. But she didn’t have time to think about that now.

She had to get to her meeting.