Static

By: Gozer the Gozerean

Newark, 1974

Lying on her couch late at night, tired and half asleep, Heather flicked the remote control from channel to channel while the lightning flashed outside. To her surprise, she found a normally unoccupied channel on the air. It was a porno—hard-core rape fantasy—very realistic.

It must have been some sort of pirate television station broadcasting from off-shore, she decided. She found herself watching, disgusted... and disturbingly aroused. The scenes segued from one to another without a break.

Seemingly on their own, Heather's hands slid beneath her clothes as she watched. Without noticing, she slipped out of them and continued to play with herself. Her own behavior shocked her. Worse, she was getting off!

After several minutes, intently staring at the twisted fantasies of women being violated and ravished, Heather's wet pussy spasmed hard, making her whole body shake with a tremendous orgasm. The young woman collapsed on her den floor and slept.

The scenes played on.... The picture faded to reddish snow. Then... the TV tube distorted and disgorged a pulsing mass of static.

In an instant, it was on her, literally shocking Heather awake. Pinpricks and jolts assailed her everywhere it touched. Heather didn't even have time to regain her senses and scream in terror as a sparking cock-shape formed then arced into her still-wet pussy. It fucked her brutally, electricity filling the air as it raped without mercy.

Finally, something... discharged deep inside her. The girl screamed and jerked in a paroxysm of pain and pleasure, and—to her utter dismay—climaxed again. She came and came, until the horror of it finally overwhelmed her, and she blacked out, her body still trembling.

Hours later, she came to, naked and disheveled, her hands at her pussy. The smell of ozone was in the air, and the TV was tuned to nothing but static.

All models are 18 years or older, regardless of the text.