The girl was sitting in front of her computer. She was indulging in her favorite
fantasy, being Supergirl, fighting eldritch monsters going after her virginity.
The Monitor beeped. Her mailbox just showed a new e-mail. It was from some random geek who liked her drawings that she published on the Internet, and metooed for more. He was one of the usual tentacle perverts. The girl chose to taunt him a bit by telling her fantasies.
The pervert promptly fantasized about some email virus turning her computer into a rape machine. Men! Give them some fodder for their hormone systeme, and they instantly go bonkers. The girl snickered.
Hey, had the monitor just flickered? Operating systems, all the same bummer. There! She could have sworn that there was a small malfunction. Tomorrow it's the repair shop, she murmured.
She looked closely into the monitor. Yes, there was a slowly pulsating light going on and out and on and...Her head was going dizzy. The pulsating frequency increased, and psychodelic patterns appeared on the screen. She tried to close her eyes, but found that she couldn't take her eyes from the monitor. Then it happened! Tentacles of energy came out of the computer and wrapped her up like an X-mas gift. In panic, she watched them ripping off her clothes and searching for her maidendom. She wanted to scream, but the tentacles burst deeply into her mouth. Then they deflorated her. It was a feeling like hundred vibrators running on the energy of a nuclear power orchard. She twitched like under an electric shock.
It wasn't hurting though, it was...oh...oh...The girl spasmed as the orgasm swept here away. Oh my God, she thought as the tentacles gripped her tighter and tighter and her lust flared higher and higher...oooooohhh... mmmmmm...Then she died from ecstasy.
Tsss,tsss, the girl thought. Must have dozed away befor the computer. Wow, I'm all wet. The girl was sitting in front of her computer. She was indulging in her favorite fantasy, being Supergirl, fighting eldritch monsters going after her virginity...