Their bedroom had little in it apart from a king-size bed and a terminal. The terminal's very large monitor was mounted on the ceiling, angled down so that it could be viewed easily from the bed.

"I found some fun bondage stuff on the net today," Natasha said as she rummaged around in her lingerie drawer. "Lots of leather, and the girls are pretty cute. Want to check it out?"

"Sure," Jim said enthusiastically. Natasha vanished into the bathroom to change. Jim found himself getting hard with anticipation.

Jim had always enjoyed bondage. One of his earliest sexual memories involved a comic book in which the Invisible Girl had been tied up by Dr. Doom. It had excited him--at the time, of course, he didn't know why, but it had. Ever since that innocent encounter he had enjoyed bondage fantasies. At the age of seventeen he had moved on to bondage porn when, to his surprise and delight, he had discovered that such stuff existed. Until he had met Natasha, he had always enjoyed that kind of thing alone. He and Julia had been blessed with a great sex life; their marriage had collapsed for other reasons. But Julia hadn't been very receptive to his bondage fantasies. That part of his life had remained hidden during their marriage.

It was different with Natasha. She wasn't like any other woman he'd ever met. Bondage seemed to excite her just as much as it did him. She loved to be tied up; they often played bondage games together. Strangest of all, she liked porn every bit as much as Jim did. That really was weird; Jim had always thought of porn as something for men. She even liked the same kind of porn he liked. Jim thought she might have some bisexual tendencies; she got turned on by pictures of other women bound and gagged. Frankly, it didn't bother Jim a bit if she was bisexual. He thought it was sexy.

Sexually, she was the perfect woman for him. She was also his intellectual equal, at the very least. And she loved him. So what if she was too young? Fuck you, Baxter!

Natasha emerged from the bathroom, looking fantastic. She had on a very tight cream-colored camisole which was cut high enough to reveal the lower halves of her splendid breasts. Jim could see her nipples pressed up hard against the silk. Below, she wore a matching g-string. Jim's eyes wandered over her taut, supple body, devouring every inch of her: her slender waist, her hard, toned belly, her long, muscular swimmer's legs. "How do I look?" she asked ingenuously.

"Good enough to eat," Jim replied. "Get over here."

"Yes, my liege," she said with mock submissiveness. "Let me put those pictures on the monitor." She moved over to the bedroom's keyboard and punched in a series of commands. Over the bed, the monitor lit up with a sharp, full color face shot of an attractive blonde wearing a red rubber ball gag. gag.jpg As Natasha jumped onto the bed and snuggled up close to Jim, the monitor flipped through a series of images of the blonde in various stages of distress. She wore the same gag in all the pictures, and she was always naked. Like most bondage porn stars, she was quite voluptuous; her breasts were very large, firm and, Jim thought, probably artificial. The bondage was pretty good. There were a number of shots of her tied to a chair, with her legs spread. She had no pubic hair, which Jim liked. She wore handcuffs in several of the shots; the last shot in the series showed her from behind, bent low, her wrists cuffed tightly behind her. She was looking over her shoulder at the camera, her ball gag still very much in evidence.

"That one's my favorite," Natasha said as the screen froze on the last image.

"You're a sick girl," Jim said with a smile.

"Oh, please. Look at her. She's been tied up for hours, getting hornier and hornier all the time. Now she's about to get what she wants. Just look at her. She's saying 'put down that camera and come over here and fuck me.'"

"She's not saying anything; she has a ball gag in her mouth," Jim pointed out.

Natasha scowled. "Don't be a jerk. You don't need to talk to communicate."

"Fair enough," Jim admitted.

"Do you want to see the other stuff I got? The leather stuff?"

"Sure." Jim found his thoughts wandering back to the Justine program. This would be the ideal time to try it out. If only that faceless bastard hadn't waylaid him!

Suddenly Jim had an inspiration. "Hold it a second," he said. "connect this terminal to my office, would you?"

"This is a helluva time to be trying to get work done, lover," Natasha complained.

"If I'm right, you'll be thanking me from the bottom of your lustful heart."

"We'll see," Natasha said skeptically, but she made the connection.

"Hello, Stan," Jim said.

"Hello, Jim. Hello, Natasha."

Natasha let out a squeal and covered herself with a sheet. "He can't see me, can he?"

"Don't panic, I'm not sending any video feed. He's just playing guessing games again," Jim assured her.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you, Natasha," Stan said gently.

"That's OK, Stan. I wasn't really embarrassed. Just. . .startled."

"What can I do for you, Jim?" Stan asked.

"That 'Justine' module I got today. . .didn't I have you copy it into my filespace?"

"Yes. Would you like me to erase it?"

"No, no!" Jim said quickly. "Actually, I'd like you to download it to my home terminal."

"Certainly, Jim. Was there anything else?"

"No, that's all. Thanks, Stan. Good night."

"Good night, Jim. Good night, Natasha." Jim broke the connection.

"I guess it's silly that I don't want him to see me in my lingerie," Natasha mused. "I mean, he's just a computer program. But it feels weird. Like if your little brother sees you naked."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. He's a little too human sometimes."

"So, who's this mysterious Justine?" Natasha wanted to know.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not quite sure myself. I haven't really had a chance to play with it yet. But it looks like a really cool porn module."

Natasha kissed him. "You're so sweet. Always getting nice things for me."

"Well, hopefully it's nice. Actually, with any luck, it'll be nasty. We'll know as soon as it finishes downloading. It's a pretty big file; might take a few minutes."

Natasha looked at him with big, dark eyes. "Whatever shall we do until then?" By way of a reply, Jim pulled her to him and kissed her, wetly and deeply. His hands slid easily under her camisole. Her breasts were cool and hard, the nipples firm and responsive. She moaned softly as he fingered them. Jim reached a hand down her belly, slipping two fingers under her g-string. Natasha kept her pussy shaved; she was wet and ready. Goddamn, Jim thought, maybe we shouldn't wait for the program to load! But at that moment, as if on cue, the terminal beeped to indicate that the download was complete. Jim reached across Natasha's body for the keyboard; he typed a command and the monitor dissolved into the title screen he had seen in his office. This was followed by the graphic of the castle interior, and there was the lovely Justine. "Hello," she said. "I'm Justine. Welcome to my world. You'll enjoy me the most if you have a large color monitor and full stereo sound."

"She's cute," Natasha decided. "What does she do?"

"Let's find out," Jim replied. He started to reach for the keyboard, but Justine was too quick for him.

"I'm an A. I. program equipped with full voice recognition routines, so please just tell me if there's anything I can do for you. I notice this is the first time you've run me on this terminal." Nice touch, Jim thought. "Would you like a brief introduction to my functions?"

"That would be lovely, Justine," Jim replied. As a Computer Science professor, he figured it was his duty to be a pain in the ass when testing new software. He never just answered "yes" or "no." Let's see how good your A. I. is, babe.

Justine just smiled. "Fine. My basic purpose is to provide pleasure in whatever way I can. I am designed to be the ultimate adult entertainment system. I can create and play for you an infinite variety of sexual scenarios, using characters from my extensive library of famous personalities. I can also accept any kind of input you care to give me: video, still pictures, sound samples. I can then edit that input into whatever scenario you want."

Jim's mind was reeling. If this thing could really do what it claimed to be able to do, it was light-years ahead of anything he had seen. "Let me get this straight. You mean to tell me that you can produce sexual scenarios of any person in your library?"

"Yes. In sharp, full color video and stereo sound."

"So," Jim continued. "If I told you to make me a clip of the President of the United States having sex with a donkey, that would be no problem."

"None whatsoever," Justine replied cheerfully.

"And it would be of sufficient quality to be indistinguishable from actual video?"

"Absolutely," Justine assured him. "Would you like me to create that scenario for you?"

Jim grimaced. "Maybe later." Well, that explained why the feds were after this thing; it was an instant sex scandal generator! Now we don't have to wait for the bastards to fuck some teenager--which they always do, sooner or later. Now we can cut right to the chase and make pictures of them fucking whomever we want.

Oddly, though, it was the other part of the Justine's program that interested him more. "And you can take any input we give you, and turn that into whatever kind of sex scenario we'd like to see?"

"You bet," Justine said with a grin. "I specialize, as you may have gathered from my name, in the exotic."

"Let's try it out on me," Natasha said suddenly.

"What?" That had caught Jim off guard.

"That's the idea, isn't it? Justine is a porn toy, right? The ultimate in adult entertainment?"

"It's my purpose to give people pleasure," Justine agreed.

"So," Natasha said seductively, circling her arms around Jim's neck, "wouldn't you like to see your girlfriend in a porno flick? Or would you rather use somebody from Justine's library? One of those models or movie stars whose pictures you like to get from the net? It can be anyone, you know."

Even the blonde in the front row, Jim thought suddenly. And that was the real reason he was hesitating: he wasn't sure he liked how fantasy was dovetailing with reality here. Porn was fantasy, Natasha was reality; at least, that's how it had always been. Now Natasha wanted to be porn. Well, who was he to say no?

"Uh, all right. I guess you should stand in front of the terminal's video pickup." Natasha hopped off the bed and stood eagerly in front of the terminal. "Justine, please accept video input."

"Certainly. My, what a gorgeous woman! What's her name?"

"Natasha," Natasha replied. "And the man speaking to you is named Jim." Jim realized he had forgotten to introduce himself. It was always too easy to be rude to computer programs.

"Hello, Natasha. Hello, Jim. Natasha, were you planning to be nude in your scenario?"

"I certainly hope so!" Natasha laughed.

"In that case, you might want to remove your lovely lingerie. My image of your body will be slightly more realistic that way, although if you prefer, I can remove your clothes digitally with a high degree of accuracy."

Natasha grinned. "I don't think anyone will mind if I strip." She quickly pulled her camisole up over her head, then hooked her thumbs under her g-string and pulled it down over her thighs. Jim's cock throbbed as he stared her naked loveliness. With her small, proud breasts and her hairless pussy she looked very young.

"Mmmm. . ." Justine purred. "It's going to be a real pleasure designing a scenario for you. Would you turn around, please, so I can see your backside?" Natasha complied, treating Justine to a view of her firm little ass.

"That's fine," Justine decided. "Video capture complete. And I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of sampling your voice in case we need that."

"Very enterprising of you," Jim said.

"Now," Justine said slowly, placing a finger against her cheek. "What kind of scenario did you have in mind? Heterosexual, homosexual, multiple partners, or perhaps something more exotic?"

"Bondage," Natasha said firmly.

"Wonderful!" Justine's digital face brightened visibly. "That's my absolute favorite!"

"And I think we'll let Jim decide the rest of the parameters," Natasha said mischievously.

DSCBG207.jpgI hope you know what you're doing, babe , Jim thought, because once I get started with this, I have a feeling I'm going to like it an awful lot . "All right, Justine. Do you know what a table rack is?"

Justine almost seemed a little miffed. "I assure you, Jim, I have a complete library of torture equipment, medieval and modern."

"OK, great. Let's have Natasha on a nice wooden table rack, medieval design. She should be naked, face up so we can see her tits." He smiled wickedly at Natasha as he said that; she stuck her tongue out at him. "And give her a ball gag." Jim thought of the bondage pictures they had been watching earlier. "A red one, I think. Can you do that for us, Justine?"

"Certainly, Jim. Just a moment."

Natasha was back on the bed now, playing with Jim's hair. "I think I'm going to like this program, darling." They kissed again, long and hard. Without looking, she undid the buttons of his shirt, running her hands over his chest. Her tongue was warm and soft in his mouth. He felt her hand slide down into his boxer shorts; she grabbed hold of his turgid cock and began stroking it.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," Justine said softly, "but your scenario is ready."

"It's so nice to have a girl computer around," Natasha said, rolling onto her back so she could see the monitor. "I can be naked and not worry about it at all."

"Thank you, Natasha," Justine replied, with what sounded like genuine gratitude. "Are you ready to watch your fantasy now?"

"Yes," Natasha said eagerly. Justine's image dissolved, to be replaced by an overhead view of Natasha. The likeness was amazing, Jim thought. Her color, her muscle tone, everything was perfect. She was lying on a wooden table. At each end of the table was a heavy wooden winch around which was wrapped a length of steel chain. The upper chain terminated in heavy wrist manacles; the lower chain held her ankles. Her body was stretched out in a straight line, arms over her head. As promised, she was gagged with a red rubber ball gag.

"My God," Natasha whispered. "It is me."

"You look gorgeous, sweetheart," Jim said admiringly.

"Thank you," Natasha replied. "But there's something strange about that image. Justine, how tight are those chains?"

"Oh, just tight enough to put a little tension in your body. Not tight enough to hurt," Justine assured her quickly.

"That's what I thought."

"What's on your mind, Tasha?" Jim was a little confused here. He and Natasha had tried plenty of kinky bondage games, but never any S/M stuff.

"Well, it's just a little silly, don't you think?" Natasha suggested. "I mean, you've got me on a rack, but there's no tension. I'm not being stretched."

"I think you look fantastic up there," Jim said.

She smiled. "Thanks, lover. But why don't we see what this program can really do? I'd never have the guts to try anything like this for real--but now we can watch me being tortured without the slightest fear that I might actually get hurt. What do you say?"

What could he say? "You are one kinky bitch."

She laughed. "And you love it. Justine, would you mind stretching me a bit?"

"I wasn't sure if that's what you had in mind," Justine apologized. "Some people just like bondage without torture. I'm like you; to me the pain is part of it. I'd be happy to stretch you, Natasha." On the screen, invisible hands tightened the winches. The chains grew taut. Jim could see Natasha's muscles stretching. She began to whimper and sob into her gag; as the chains grew tighter she began to scream through it. Tears trickled down her cheeks. "Say when, dear."

"Mmm. . .that's probably good, Justine. Would that hurt quite a bit?"

"Oh, yes. Would you like a close-up of your face?"

"No. . .no, thank you. I can see it fine. Let's hold it there. What do you think, Jim?"

By way of response, Jim spread her legs and entered her. "Shall I keep it running?" Justine asked sweetly.

"Mmm! Yes. . .please," Natasha grunted. With Jim on top, she could see the monitor over his shoulder. He could tell she was watching it. He decided that there were two things he didn't like about this: that Natasha was getting off on watching herself be tortured, and that he was getting off on that. For there was no denying that he was getting off on it; he was fucking her hard and fast.

"Flip over!" Natasha gasped. "I want you to see it!" With practiced ease they rolled over so that she was on top; she began to bounce up on down on his hard cock. He tried to look at her; he liked to watch her face when she was on top. But his eyes kept straying over to the monitor. On the screen, Natasha was in agony, trying to scream, stretched taut by the rack. And watching it excited him. And he wanted more. But he didn't dare.

"Jus. . .tine!" Natasha called out.

"Yes, Natasha?"

"Ungag me. Then. . .make. . .someone. . .whip me!"

"Anyone in particular?"

"Doesn't. . .matter." On screen the gag vanished, leaving Natasha's mouth wide open. At the same time, a disembodied arm brought a leather riding crop down on her exposed nipple. Natasha's scream filled the air, flowing out of the speakers crisp and distortion-free. Jim felt Natasha's body shudder with orgasm. She impaled herself on his cock, drew herself up, then thrust again, deep and hard. And Jim erupted into her.

"Can I do anything else for you tonight?" Justine asked.

Natasha collapsed onto Jim's chest. "No. . .thank you, Justine." She kissed Jim deeply and profoundly.

"Good night, Natasha. Good night, Jim."

"Good night, Justine."