"YOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" Something zapped my breasts! I slammed forward and bounced backwards,
nearly falling over. I caught myself just in time, and glanced around furtively, hoping nobody
noticed. Fortunately, only a couple people were in this computer cluster: one busily typing away at
his workstation, and the other asleep with his head on the keyboard. It was eight in the morning;
few people were still up this late. As the pain in my breasts dissipated, I was able to breath
normally again. I nervously looked back at my workstation, wondering if I dared touch it. What the
heck had happened? I had typed in a URL in Netscape, and was waiting for it to connect when it
happened! Netscape was there waiting, displaying my webpage in all innocence as if nothing had
happened. I stood there, terrified to touch the workstation again. Finally, I carefully reached
around back and rebooted the workstation. I logged into the one next to it, and composed an email
to the system folk telling how the workstation had malfunctioned. Then I started up Netscape and
tried to access the website again -- ZAP! Not again! What the heck was going on? Was it my
imagination, or had I briefly seen electric current jumping from the screen to the nipples of my
breasts? They were sticking out noticeably under my tee-shirt, and they still felt extremely
sensitive. I dashed off another furious email, and logged off in a huff. After class that
afternoon, I logged in again. I went to a different cluster, with a different brand of
workstations. I still remembered the soreness in my breasts. Maybe it was superstition, but I
didn't want to take the chance. I first checked my email. Sigh, it was mostly spam: "$50,000
Guaranteed!" "!Learn the Secrets of Attracting Girls!" "##Young, Hung, and Full of Cum!!" "High
School Grrls Wanting and Ready for You!" "!!Tit Torture-Free Site!!" "Free Sex!" "Man sucking Teen
Tampon!" "No Spam! No Password! Simply HOT young GURLZ, Barely Legal!" "Get Rich Quick! Make
$50,000!!" "Writers Wanted!" What was up with those idiots? Couldn't they tell from my name that I
might possibly be female? I also received a reply to my messages earlier this morning: They had
checked the workstations and found nothing wrong with them; what I had described could not possibly
have happened. Furthermore, I was not to reboot a workstation except under the direst emergency.
Rebooting a workstation can potentially damage the workstation and the network. I angrily bumped
that message to the "Extra" box. Yep. 'Twas "Notwork Noservices" for you. I started up Netscape
again, and clicked on a URL. I waited expectantly, then -- ZAP! Owwww, my poor breasts! Why oh why
me, why is this happening to me? I wondered, burying my head in my arms on the keyboard and
weeping. When I sat back up, I noticed nearly everyone in the room looking at me. Embarrassed, I
quickly clicked on the logoff button and walked out of the room in humiliation. That evening after
supper, I finally succumbed to temptation and logged in again, in a third cluster. This time, I
decided to use Arena instead of Netscape, just in case. Of course, it was utterly ridiculous to
think that the web had anything to do with those shocks on my breast. It had to have been pure
coincidence that the shocks came just as I was opening a webpage. Something was the matter with
those particular workstations; that's all it was. Nevertheless, after typing in the URL, I stood up
off to the side almost in front of the next workstation over. I kept waiting and waiting, not
daring to press the ENTER key just yet. "Excuse me, mind if I take this machine?" Yikes! I jumped,
startled. "Oh, yes.

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 Of course." A bit embarrassed, I slid back to my own workstation. Apparently
this was the only free workstation, and someone wanted to use it. Distracted, I pressed ENTER --
ZAP!!!! Everyone heard my shriek, I'm sure. The guy asked, "Is something wrong?" "Yes, very wrong!"
I managed to hold back my tears as I turned and walked out. I ran all the way to my dorm and
upstairs to my room and jumped on my bed for a good long cry. Of course, I couldn't keep myself off
the Internet. I logged on again the next morning. Along with the usual spam, I received an email
reminding me to log out when I leave, saying how tempted he was to invite everyone to a strip poker
party. Okay, it was going to be another one of those days. I slid down underneath the table before
connecting to a website. Nothing happened that I could tell, but I decided to wait a couple minutes
just to be on the safe side. "Excuse me, Miss. What are you doing under there?" came a harsh male
voice above. "Um, uh, checking something out." "Young lady, if you have a problem with the
computers, don't try to fix things yourself. You could break something. Report the problem to
Network Services." I slid out from underneath, flaming in embarrassment. The man looked down at me.
"Understand, young lady?" I nodded, flaming. He turned and walked away. I turned to sit down at the
workstation -- ZAP! Grrrrrrr! Somebody's going to be castrated for this! I imagined the scissors
snipping: snip-snip- snip-snip. The next time, I asked a girl sitting next to me to try it. She
didn't know how to use Netscape, but once I showed her, she was able to access the web without
problem. Meanwhile, I got ZAPPED again. She gave me a weird look, circled her finger around her
ear, and left. Another time, I slid a nice thick loop of rubber on me, across my breasts and around
the back, under my tee-shirt. It was awfully tight, especially on my breasts, but it should be a
good insulator, I thought. Anything would be better than being ZAPPED. "What ARE you wearing under
there?" someone asked on the way. "Under where?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about.
"Rather strange underwear. We can see it through your clothes, you know." I blushed and ran off. I
should have worn a dark tee-shirt instead of a white one. Anyway, the thing didn't work; I got
ZAPPED again. When I took it off that evening, I found two holes burnt through the rubber, right at
my nipples. The next time I logged in, someone asked, "What are you doing in that scuba suit?"
"What? Oh, am I still wearing this? I guess I forgot to take it off." "Uh huh, right." He shook his
head and walked away, muttering, "That girl needs help." Sigh, nothing worked. I was always ZAPPED,
no matter what site I accessed, no matter what workstation I used, no matter what web- browser I
used. Ahhhhhh!!!! Sorting through my email, removing the ever-increasing spam, I noticed one title
that had been coming with obnoxious frequency: "Tit Torture-Free Site!" I blush to admit that I
actually opened the spam and read it. The message was very short. "The Only Site You'll Ever Need!"
followed by a URL repeated three times. Feeling really foolish at following up a spam, I clicked on
the URL and Netscape popped up. Darn, too late! I twisted my body in what I knew was a futile
attempt to avoid the ZAP, and then came -- Nothing. I looked at the screen. The webpage had loaded
up, and -- miracle of miracles! -- I wasn't ZAPPED! I never found out what was happening. But that
no longer matters. Whenever I access the Web, I go to the "Tit Torture-Free Site." I will never use
another site. This is The Only Site I'll Ever Need. 

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