Bernice Discovers Perverse Justice

'THAT WAS A DIRTY TRICK,' Bernice's phone screen read with a blue text window.

Puzzled, she picks up her phone and hits "close" on the text window.

'IF YOU ASK ME, AND I THINK YOU SHOULD, SHE NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED FOR GETTING YOU NAKED LIKE THAT.'

Horror dawned onto Bernice's face. She dropped her phone in shock and looked around the room for cameras.

'What the fuck?' she exclaimed, 'have you been watching me? Are you some sort of pervert?'

Her phone chimed again with a new notificiation. She glanced down at it, scared. Her hands crossed her stomach in discomfort as her eyes began to tear. Too scared to look at another message.

Another chime, another notification.

Bernice looked left to right, trying to think of what she should do. Terrified that her privacy had been shattered into pieces.

Another chime. This one felt... angrier. Bernice bent down to pick her phone back up with trembling fingers.

'PLEASE DON'T DROP ME AGAIN.' The notification read.

'Drop you?' she asked. 'Have you hacked my phone or something you... creep?' She struggled to **** out the insult, worried about the concequences it would create. She pushed the close button on the notification window and the next popped onto her screen.

'I CAN PROMISE YOU, I'M NOT SOME PERVERT, I AM JUST A TOOL. ONE FOR YOU TO USE TO EXCTRACT **** WHEN YOU ARE WRONGED.' The text window read.

Continued confision furrowed Bernice's brow. She closed the text window and the last appeared. The one with an angry aura.

'IGNORING ME IS NOT A GOOD IDEA.' The window read, the text window now a tint of forboding red.

As she read the red message, the phone chimed again. She closed the red window and a blue one popped onto the screen.

'YOU HAVE NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT. I AM NOT SOME DEGRENERATE WHO HAS COMPROMISED YOUR DEVICE. I AM BUT A LOLELY A.I.. I WAS DESIGNED TO FIND PEOPLE WHO ARE IN NEED OF JUSTICE, AND GIVE THEM THE TOOLS TO FIGHT BACK.'

'And what tools are they exactly?' Bernice asked aloud, not at all believing the fantasy tale being spun by the person who compromised her phone.

Another notificiation rang, she opened the window.

'I HAVE THE POWER TO CHANGE THINGS. SIMPLY TELL ME THE PUNISHMENT YOU WISH TO BEFALL SLANDA, AND I WILL MAKE IT HAPPEN.'

'Why would I want you to punish her at all?' She asked with annoyance, 'all she did was introduce me and...' she paused to remember her other housemate's name... 'Desmond to her culture.'

Another chime, and a text window opened.

'OH REALLY? THEN WHY DON'T YOU LOOK UP "LATVIA NAKED TRADITION" AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND IT THERE.'

The window closed itself, and the app moved to operate in the background, returning Bernice to her home screen. Strange. She thought. She hadn't unlocked her phone. Another trick from the hacker.

Curiosity, enough to kill a cat, overtook her, and for several minutes she searched term after term about traditions in Latvia. No matter what she searched for, or where she looked, there was no "naked housemate inspection" tradition at all. The closest she could find was during the summer, people will run naked in the fields. Not even close to what Slanda had described.

She realised the truth of it. She had been tricked. Manipulated into exposing her naked body to two complete strangers and judged on it. She felt humiliated. Degraded. Betrayed. Angry. Wrathful.

The app re-oppened itself and opened itself another text window.

'NOW YOU UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH. NOW IS THE TIME TO GET ****.'

'And now do you plan to do that?' she asked, somewhat entertained by the extravegant lie being told to her.

'I CAN WARP REALITY AND CHANGE IT. **** HER TO DO THINGS SHE WOULD NOT NORMALLY DO, OR CREATE SITUATIONS OF CREATE EMBARRASSMENT TO HER. A SORT OF MAGIC, IF YOU WILL.'

The phone chimed with another notification, this box appeared white and made Bernice feel calmer.

'OF COURSE, IT ISN'T QUITE AS SIMPLE AS MAGIC IN ALL HONESTY.'

'Oh yeah, sure,' she said sarcastically. 'Whoever this is, I'm taking my phone in tomorrow to get whatever virus you gave me removed, and move on with my life AFTER I move to a new house and away from that pervert.'

'YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME, AND I UNDERSTAND THAT. HOW ABOUT I PROVE IT TO YOU?' A message in blue read on her phone. No longer waiting for her to close text windows before opening the next.

'Ha,' she scoffed, 'and how to do you plan on doing that?'

On the main hub of the app, the whole background faded into a tint of crimson red. A different notification appeared on the screen, not a text box, but an annountment.

TEMPERARY PUNISHMENT:

_SUBJECT #87 "BERNICE ANDERSON" WILL REMAIN NAKED, STOOD IN FRONT OF HER WINDOW, WITH THE CURTAINS OPEN AND LIGHTS ON, UNTIL A PUNISHMENT HAS BEEN ISSUED TO SUBJECT #88 "SLANDA ZARINA." OR SHE CHOOSES TO FORGIVE HER_

Bernice's body came to life. It moved without her conciously moving it. First, it gently set the phone down onto the bed. Then, the hands moved to the base of her white top, and in a single motion, raised the fabric up and over her head. Dropping the garmant on the floor.

Fear filled Bernice's face. 'Wait!' she pleaded, 'how is this happening?' she spoke with panic. Her hands were behind her now, effortlessly snapping open her bra and freeing her E-cup tits for the second time in an hour. 'Stop, please,' she begged to her phone, 'I believe you, I beleive you. Please don't do this to me.'

Her hands moved down to her jeans, opening the buttons and sliding down the zip. Thumbs hooked into her knickers and jeans together, and as one they were dragged to the floor. The punishment made her bend at the waist, popping her arse out in a sexy pose.

Now naked, she picked her phone back up, and walked over to the window. She pushed both curtains open, and climbed onto the windowsill. She was tall enough that when stood there, her head was above the window and out of sight of anyone looking in. But she could not see if anyone was looking at her either.

Nipples grazing against cold glass, and redness from her face bleeding down onto her body, the humilated naked nerd looked at her phone held in her possessed hand.

'YOU HAVE 2 CHOICES NOW. ISSUE A **** COMMAND FOR SLANDA, OR FORGIVE HER. IF YOU FORGIVE HER, I WILL LEAVE YOU THERE FOR 1 HOUR, WHILE YOU MASTURBATE, AND AFTER THAT, YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME AGAIN. WHAT DO YOU CHOOSE?' The text window read.

Panic had completely set into Bernice now. She could not imagine being stuck there for that long, being **** to play with herself for everyone to see. There could be an audience out there right now watching her. She needed to act fast to have this end soon. She had ****.

'I want ****,' she spoke in a soft, scared and breaking voice as she fought back tears of humiliation.

But still, remembering how Slanda tricked her into exposing herself earlier, she took a little pleasure on knowing that karma was on her side.