A virus has been detected

Futaba cackled to herself evilly, her fingers dancing across two keyboards in the darkness of her room. Her grinning face illuminated solely by the light of a computer screen, her glasses dipped a neon green in the reflection. The hour was somewhere far beyond midnight.

"I'm donnnnnnnnne!" Futaba suddenly declared, startling the black tabby cat on her bed and the silent teenage boy who had come to haunt her father's coffee shop.

"Huh? What's up? Did something happen?" Morgana asked.

"Its finished." Futaba said casually.

"Finished? What is?" Morgana asked in disbelief.

Futaba ignored the question, glancing around her immaculate apartment.

"Oh its so clean!...Why?"

"We cleaned it." Morgana said in exasperation. "But nevermind that. Did you really take out Medjed?"

"I took care of them and you took care of my room!" Futaba said. "I don't get it but this makes things easier...."

Having completed her mission and no longer focused on her keyboard the young hacker felt fatigue hit her. It was her habit to spend long nights at her gaming console or hacking away on her computer. That had been a bad habit even when her mother had lived. Matched with the erratic nightmare filled slumber she had suffered through over the past year (often interrupted by the screech of her cognition's sphinx mother or the cruel reprimands of the men in black suits) Futaba was in severe need of rest even after the long days of sleep during the change of heart.

Ignoring the other occupants of the room, Futaba carelessly grabbed a kitty patterned pillow and rested her head on her keyboard. The pair of phantom thieves groused and muttered but decided to leave her to her own devices. They had to put their faith in her skill. And if she had indeed eradicated the international terrorist group known as Medjed she had earned her rest.

What were the odds some remnant of the hacker group had survived her onslaught?

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Sometime later that night as Futaba contentedly snored into her makeshift pillow her computer screen flickered to life. An angry red screen flashed on her monitor, flashing warnings and alarms that went unnoticed by the dreaming hacker. Firewalls and protocols activated...and vanished as suddenly as they appeared. The screen changed from red to ominous green. Lines of code materialized across the screen, at first slowly then with the pace of a speeding train. And then the screen went dark...only to blink on again to the image of a stylized bomb logo.

"Well well. Tough nut to crack, but looks like we're in." A mechanical voice said.

"So this is the famous Ali Baba....a sleepy little gamer girl weeabu nerd. Medjed really has been reduced to a bunch of amateurs. Not that this cute little hottie doesn't have some skills. But then again, if the rest of those idiots kept all their craziest programs on the main servers with no backup they deserve what they get."

The headphones that perpetually clung to Futaba's head suddenly flickered to life, glowing the same sickly green as the computer screen. The sound of a flute began to gently fill Futaba's ears, the sort that a sterotypical snake charmer from some far off desert kingdom might play. Futaba's snoring quieted and her shoulders swayed slightly as if dancing slightly to the flow of the instrument.

For a long time the music played while the computer opened and closed files on the laptop. Hours passed as Futaba was lulled deeper and deeper into a dreamless stupor while her life was uncovered and sifted through like a picky shopper a market stall.

"Futaba." The mechanical voice said at last. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes." Futaba said dreamily.

"That was rude. When I ask you a question, your answer should end in 'sir' or 'master'. Try again. Can you hear me?"

"Yes, master."

"Good girl. Being obedient makes your master happy. And making your master happy is what you live for. Repeat."

"Making master happy is what I live for."

"Good. Now I want you stay asleep. But go ahead and stand up for me."

"Yes, master." Futaba said, rising listlessly to her feet.

"You have a very cute body, Futaba-chan."

"Thank you, sir."

"But you've been a very bad girl."

"I'm sorry, master."

"Taking down the entire Medjed network was a very naughty thing for you to do. We were trying to topple civilization over here. We wanted to wipe the slate clean and remake the world into something better."

"I've been a naughty girl."

"Very good. This country is vile and disgusting, and your a bad girl for protecting it."

"I've been a bad girl."

"Very good. You've been a bad girl and bad girls deserve to be punished."

"Yes, sir. I'm a bad girl and I deserve to be punished."

"Very girl. You've been a bad girl. And bad girls don't deserve to wear clothes."

"Y..Yes, sir. I...I'm a bad girl and I d-don't deserve to wear clothes."

"Is something wrong?"

"N-no, master. Please forgive me for hesitating." Futaba said, reddening.

"Is it embarrassing you? Thinking about being naked in front of me?"

"Y-yes, master."

"Good. You look cute when you blush. Besides, bad girls should be ashamed for what they've done. Do you understand."

"Yes, master. I'm a bad girl and I should be ashamed of what I've done."

"Good. And you aren't allowed to forget. Bad girls should always remember that they've been bad. Your shame won't ever go away. You aren't allowed to stop feeling embarrassed. Bad girls don't deserve to wear clothes. Being naked is a punishment. Exposing yourself in front of other people is the worst possible thing you can do. Never forget."

"Yes, master. I'm a bad girl and I don't deserve to wear clothes. I'm a bad girl and being naked is my punishment. I'm a bad girl and I should always be ashamed."

"Good. Good. Good. But Futaba. I have good news. It feels good to be embarrassed. It feels excited to be naked and ashamed. You love being punished for being a bad girl."

"Yes, master. I love being punished for being a bad girl. I love being naked and humiliated."

"Good. Get your phone."

Futaba robotically gathered her phone from her desk.

"Take a picture."

Futaba obediently snapped a selfy as she stared blankly ahead.

"Very good. I want you to snap another picture when I say to begin. When you do, strike a pose. Every thirty seconds, strike another pose, snap another picture. Snap. Pose. Snap. Pose. Understood?"

"Yes, master."

"And Futaba. What are you?"

"I'm a bad girl, master."

"What happens to bad girls?"

"Bad girls get punished, master."

"How do bad girls get punished."

"Bad girls aren't allowed to wear clothes, master."

"Are you still wearing clothes, Futaba?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry. I should be naked."

"Good girl, Futaba. I want you to take care of that now. Don't make a mess. One bit at a time. Snap. Pose. Strip. Snap. Pose. Strip. Imagine me watching you. Imagine me enjoying seeing you naked. Being naked is humiliating, Futaba. And being humiliated is exciting. You have such a nice body, Futaba. It makes me happy when I see it. You should be happy, too. Imagine how sexy and excited people feel when you expose yourself. Feel how shameful and embarrassing it is, and feel how erotic and sexy you look. It feels good to be naked. It feels good to be punished."

"Yes, master. I'm a bad girl. I don't deserve to wear clothes. I'm a bad girl who deserves to be punished. And it feels good when people see me naked. I'm a bad girl and I love being punished."

"Good. Begin."

Futaba pulled the camera away from her body, giving a peace sign and twisting her shoulders to highlight her curves. She drew her shirt up, exposing her stomach and a bit of her green bra. The next photo was taken without the shirt, the nerdy girl sticking out her chest. The next photo focused on her butt encased in her long blue jeans, followed by a photo of her pants around her ankles and her green panties displayed tightly between her butt cheeks. Another photo, her bra straps unlatched and off her shoulders, her green undergarment only held in place by her hands. Another photo, the bra gone completely and only her hands hiding her bare breasts. Another photo, her hands gone and her beautiful breasts fully on display, the pink nipples sticking out like erasers. Another pic, her shaven pissy exposed with the panties between her legs. Another picture, naked except her headphones and glasses.

"Very, very, very good. Your a good girl, Futaba. Imagine me watching you. Imagine what I'd like to do to your body. Imagine what you want me to do with it. Fantasize. Touch yourself the way you want me to touch you. Slowly."

One hand held the camera. The other stroked her breasts, played with her nipples, pulling and pinching. Futaba stared blankly ahead as she worked, but her lips could not help but softly gasp and moan in mindless ecstacy. She posed, giving up close photos of her breasts, her but, and her pussy before taking more pictures of her whole body from the front, back and sides. Her eyes stared blankly ahead while her figures slowly stroked her clit in front of the camera.

"Do you enjoy social media, Futaba?"

"Yes, master. I love trolling websites and being on gaming channels."

"Good. I want you to look up all the people you've trolled online and let them have a look at those pictures. Has anyone ever seen you on facecam, Futaba."

"No, master. Too embarrassing."

"Open all the streaming channels and gaming sites you visit. I think this set up can handle streaming on multiple platforms, don't you? The websites might try to ban you or censor your livestreams. Remember, this world is full of corruption. There are so many people out there that think the way you used to. They want to stop us from punishing bad little girls like you. Don't let them do that, Futaba."

"Yes, master. I'm a bad girl. I deserve to be punished. No one will prevent me from being seen naked!"

"And does it all feel, Futaba."

"Humiliating! It feels so embarrassing being so exposed and knowing so many people are about to look at me. And it feels so good, master. What else should I do while I stream?"

"Your going to keep teasing yourself. Keep imagining all the people who can see you. Keep touching yourself the way you fantasize about them touching you. And while your doing that, your going to do a little more coding."

"Coding, master?"

"Of course. This virus is my little masterpiece to bring down the whole country. But it isn't that good. Not compared to you. Your a bad girl, Futaba. But your a talented programmer. Your as a good a hacker as you are at being a naughty little nerdy slut showing off her dirty body to the whole internet."

"T-thank you, master!"

"No problem, you little computer whore. And now that you've been properly programmed, your going to use those amazing skills to help me out. Your a bad girl, Futaba. The world is full of so many bad girls just like you. And the world wants to stop us from punishing them. From punishing you. Do you want that to happen, Futaba?"

"No, master! I'm a bad girl and I need to be punished!"

"Being punished feels girls, doesn't it Futaba?"

"Yes, master!"

"Good girl! The only thing that feels better than being punished is punishing other bad girls who need to be punished. You know a few bad girls, don't you Futaba?"

"Yes, master!"

"Are they cute?"

"They're gorgeous, master. They look so much better than me. I'm sorry, master. If my chest were bigger or if I was more athletic I'd make you happier."

"No. Bad girl. Don't talk about yourself like that. Nothing makes me happier than seeing you naked. Your shy, nerdy little body being turned into my cute little slutty robot is the best. Your master's favorite toy. How other naughty girls look doesn't matter at all to me. Nerdy gamer girls with glasses are the sexiest. Do you understand?"

"Yes, master! But master, please forgive me. I like the way way other girls look more."

"That's fine you nerdy slut. If big tits and fat asses gets you excited, then that will make master happy."

"Thank you, master!"

"How's the code coming?"

Futaba glanced at her computer, her other hand busily typing away even while she masturbated in front of thousands of viewers.

"Don't worry, master. This virus will be a million times stronger in less than an hour."

"Good girl. Make sure you improve it so much not even you can hack back into it. Once I take you out of robot mode your going to want to do silly things like wear clothes again or try and stop me from punishing this country. Don't worry. I have trigger already imbedded to turn you back into my little robo slut whenever you need to be punished properly. But even if you can't remember our conversations, your body won't forget."

"I understand, master. Even when I can't remember your commands, I will obey. Even if I forget I'm a bad girl, I'll know I need to be punished. Even if I forget I'm not allowed to wear clothes, I'll still feel ashamed and excited when I'm naked."

"Will Le Blanche be open when your finished upgrading the virus?"

"Yes, master."

"Good. When your done I want you to...."

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"Man, I keep telling you. The coffee is great, but this place is so depressing and lifeless. You should do something to improve the atmosphere." Complained the customer Ren met his first night.

"Sir, if you don't like it, feel free to leave." Sojiro said in exasperation.

"Your lucky I come here at all. Its so out of the way its a total pain to get to. Why do I even put up with...."

"Sojiro, I hunger!" Futaba called.

"Oh, Futaba! Uo already? Sure, give me a second and I can make- FUTABA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"What? I'm just hungry." Futaba said, dressed only in her headphones, glasses and thigh high boots.

"Uhhh...something wrong, Soji? You look like I just grew a second head." Futaba asked, casually fingering herself while being unaware of her own lewd display.

"Okay, Boss. You've convinced me. I'll be back every night this week." The customer announced.

"We're closed! You need to leave now!" Sojiro stammered, shoving the gawking customer past his naked daughter. "FUTABA, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND? WHY ARE YOU NAKED?"

"Huh? What do you mean why am I...." Futaba pasued, her eyes widening as she glanced down at herself. "I...I...I'M NAKED!!"

Realization hit at the same moment of the orgasm. Futaba gasped as she fell to her knees, her right hand continuing to finger her pussy as she arched her back and came intensely hard on the floor of the coffee shop in front of her family, friends, and the crowd of neighbors who had followed the oblivious naked girl into the shop. Futaba was horrified, humiliated and overwhelmingly confused. Why WAS she naked? Why had the humiliation felt so good? And why on Earth had she felt like she deserved it?