This story has been written by awesome Dark5675630 who has account here but he disappeared and didn't post so great story! Anyone is in touch with him? This is one of my favourite story, because I love */x stories and I think this one is the best I have ever read. And why, God, why he had to dissappear?
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It was the night of Sierra’s eighteenth birthday. Her mother constantly told her that the day had special meaning, because on the day of her birth a shooting star landed near their home. She claimed it was a symbol of good fortune. Her parents were drunk and asleep, and all of her guests and relatives had gone home, other than her boyfriend. He was twenty now, and they had both been waiting for this day to take their relationship to the next step without breaking the law. In their area, a sexual relationship between someone older and someone younger than eighteen would lead to the older person getting into serious legal trouble. To protect her boyfriend, Mike, she had him promise that they would both wait until this day.
Though they were sleeping, Sierra feared her parents would hear them if they were to get too loud inside, and she wanted this to be something special. Having them ruin it wasn’t part of her plans. She convinced Mike that they should sneak outside into her backyard. She had planned this a few days in advance and gone into her back woods to scout out an area that would be good for their first time. A good ten minute walk in, she found a nice sized patch of moss under an opening in the trees. Once they finished they would be able to lie there and look up at the stars. It would be the perfect ending to her perfect night.
Mike thought they would need a flashlight, but Sierra told him to wait for his eyes to adjust to the moonlight then to see if he felt the same way. When they did, he agreed that it was at least light enough for them to see most of their surroundings, so they started their walk. A minute or so in the right direction, Sierra had a fun idea. She told Mike to turn around, close his eyes, and count to five hundred. She was going to strip bit by bit, and leave her clothing in a trail that would lead him to the right spot. Kind of like a striptease hide and seek.
First Sierra pulled off her tank top, and left it hanging on a branch. Just within seeing distance from the top, she put her pink shorts on another branch. She left her bra on the floor and her panties on top of a pricker bush. The spot was still a little bit away, so she had to think of a good way to leave everything she had left as hints. She kneeled down to untie her shoes and a cold leaf ran across her naked crotch, (shaved for the occasion). It was quite the sensation. She was so into the stripping, she hadn’t noticed how turned on she was. She dropped her laces to play with herself, rubbing her clit and pinching her left nipple, and then heard something not too far away walking through the woods. She had to hurry up if she wanted to continue the game.
She removed both her shoes and hung them by their laces in different places. The moss patch was in seeing distance now. She walked towards it then looked down and realized her thin white socks would get ruined if she kept them on much longer. She lifted her left leg up in front of her and peeled her sock off. She inspected it to see if it was still in good enough condition. Other than some dirt shading where her toes and the parts of her sole that touched the ground had been, it was fine. Just a little damp from dew and a bit of perspiration.
A strong gust of wind blew through the trees. The cool air against her naked body shocked and aroused her. Her nipples and clitoris reacted noticeably. Some of those big leaves forcefully fluttered into her, tickling a large portion of her body. With her leg still bent upwards into the air, the shock from all of this knocked her off balance. She dropped the sock in an effort to catch herself. Her hands sprawled out in front of her, just touching the bed of moss. At least she landed on something soft, Sierra thought to herself. This thought left her quickly as her arms started to sink into the ground. She remembered being bummed out that it was supposed to during her party, but cheering up when it had happened the night before. The rain must have softened the ground. Her arms were in elbow deep and she struggled to get out. She tried pushing with her knees to give her the pull necessary to get her out of this predicament, but with her weak body and small frame it just wasn’t enough. Instead, her knees slipped out from under her and her body pushed forward, throwing all of her weight onto her arms. The ground gave way even more and began to cave in. If Sierra had looked behind she would have noticed the strong wind carrying a few articles of her clothing off into the woods.
Mike had been tracking Sierra’s clothes for a while now. This was taking longer than he had imagined it would, because he didn’t realize the wind had scattered her clothes. He just thought she had done a terrible job planning this game. Instead of being the playful turn on she was hoping for, it was just starting to piss him off. He was sure he’d be there soon to let her know he’d rather not ever play this game again. In reality, he had gone a good ten minutes off to the right of the original trail, and was getting himself lost. The woods weren’t huge, but they were big enough that it could take him quite a few hours to find his way out of them if he really got lost.
Sierra slid down into the ground, her arms still trapped within the moss. She rolled over a few times and her arms crashed into the wall of the hole she had just fallen into. Though she had fallen, the soft ground caught most of her weight, and she wasn’t injured. She lay there for a minute to regain her breath, and then tried to get up. Her arms were still stuck, well beyond elbow deep within the moss now, and because that ball of moss was what had caught her fall it had sunk into the soft earth. She struggled and wasn’t able to budge. She was worried, but she knew Mike would be there pretty soon and he’d be able to help her out.
Twenty five years ago a satellite was sent to monitor all of the planets in our solar system. Eighteen years ago it was checking on Earth’s development, when the government radar being used to track this UFO interrupted its piloting controls, causing it to crash into the wetlands behind Sierra’s home. Coincidentally, this was on the day of her birth. It had used up most of its power trying to regain control during the crash landing, and being a small aircraft a few feet deep in mud, it didn’t have the power to get itself out. Though the technology used to create it allowed plenty of different ways to absorb power, the mud it was in didn’t have the necessary nutrients to get it out. The machine’s advanced artificial intelligence had become depressed, feeling it would be trapped forever. Now that Sierra was barely a foot away from it, it wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.
It had been a few minutes now and Sierra was getting worried, wondering why Mike was taking so long. Suddenly she felt heat, behind her head. Nothing was touching her, but somehow heat was radiating right behind her head, warm enough for her to know it was there. Then it felt like it was penetrating her head. Her brain itself began to warm up. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. She thought what she was experiencing might have been the symptoms of some sort of panic attack, so she tried to calm herself down. It seemed to slowly spread throughout her brain, from the back to the front, then back again. When it had done three full cycles of this, it abruptly stopped. She cooled off and her fear subsided until she started to feel the ground slowly moving under her.
At first she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She looked to her left and to her right, but wasn’t able to turn over and see underneath herself so it was pointless. Eventually she saw the ground to either side of her move too. Then she saw what was going on. There were worms of all shapes and sizes crawling out of the ground. They looked bio-mechanical. Some of them looked more mechanical, while others looked more like living creatures, but they all had qualities of both. Sierra was terribly afraid of all those types of creepy crawlies, and she immediately let out a series of shrieks.
Mike, who was hopelessly lost now, heard a faint scream somewhere off in the distance. He thought it might have been Sierra, so he turned in what he thought was the direction of the screaming. Unfortunately for him, his sense of direction was terrible, and he proceeded to go off even further in the wrong direction. Mike wouldn’t be helping Sierra any time soon.
The ship calculated the potential dangers of her screaming luring others to the spot and the possibility of her being rescued, ruining its energy absorption process. It had waited too long for a chance like this and wasn’t about to pass it up. Though it would be risky to use much of its leftover power, the ship felt it was necessary. It put up an invisible sound barrier that would block all sound from entering or exiting the ditch Sierra lay in. Now the chances of her being rescued before the process had finished were negligible.
She continued to scream, thinking Mike would hear and that it would lead him to her. These worms were a lot faster than real ones. In less than twenty seconds they had covered her entire body. No part of her was left uncovered. They searched all over her, looking for specifics, taking mental notes on every inch of her body and telepathically reporting it all to the ship’s central mind. The ship found that the most efficient way to absorb energy from this creature would be through absorbing the energy released from endorphins. It also found the fastest ways to force her into producing the most endorphins.
Though Sierra was very clean, the worms brought a new meaning to the word. They went to work on making her skin as vulnerable as it could possibly be, removing any dead skin and making sure her body was in perfect condition for what was to come. The worms moved away from her body and the screams they had been muffling were heard again, Sierra was scared half to death, convinced she was about to die, getting eaten by these terrible worms. She tried to move her legs and her one bare foot touched against her other foot’s ankle. She applied lotion to her feet daily, and they had never felt this soft. The worms had given her a pedicure most women would have paid thousands of dollars for; she could only imagine the effects had been equal to the rest of her body. She couldn’t fathom why they had done this to her, the only thought running through her mind was that they had cleaned her up in order to eat her, and she didn’t have much time left. She started to cry, until she felt something strange.
Her arms which were suspended tightly above her head left her armpits completely out in the open. The damp air of the night woods was even stronger against them now after the worms had left them so sensitive, so she noticed immediately when two worms crawled over her left armpit and started to wriggle around. She in turn started doing exactly what they were, wiggling like crazy trying to shake them off but she wasn’t even able to move her armpits, let alone shake the worms off. Three more worms crawled onto her left armpit, and an even amount joined in on the right. She started to giggle, but was still too scared of her situation to express some real laughter. She lost count of the worms when her armpits were both completely covered with them, and they started extending to her neck.
When the first worms hit her neck, the combination of the tickling sensation on both of her armpits and her ticklish neck got her started. She went from a stream of giggles to a river of laughter in no time at all, and was now kicking her legs and bucking like crazy trying to get them to back off. The worms were forming a wriggling necklace that stretched around her neck and weren’t going to budge. They had microscopic hairs on their body that pierced a layer of two of the skin, not enough for her to notice but enough for them to hold their weight no matter how hard she thrashed. Their wiggling movement was also part of a process they were using to internally manufacture a chemical mixture specifically designed for Sierra to make all surrounding nerves much more sensitive. This chemical was secreted through the hairs every time they touched her. As they wriggled their hairs lightly scraped against her skin. With the hundreds of worms on her now this was turning into a very powerful feeling. The worms moved up the back of her neck now and as many as could fit went behind her ear. This was a very ticklish spot for her, almost as bad as her neck, and she started to beat her head up and down.
The ship anticipated that this might begin to damage the worms, so it took action. Sierra felt another wave of heat rise behind her head, and all of a sudden her neck muscles went limp. She wasn’t able to move her head at all, and realizing this suddenly made her even more ticklish. She started kicking wildly and trying to lift her entire body with her legs, to do anything to get these things off of her. This was a bad move. Another wave of heat came and her legs went limp. Now all she could do was flex her abs, which didn’t do anything but make her look cute and cause her nicely shaped breasts to jiggle.
Sierra got really worried when she felt the ground start to move around her feet. She could barely move them because her legs were disabled, all she could really do was shake them and wiggle her toes, which she was doing frantically in anticipation for the inevitable. The same worms that were on her neck began to climb her naked left foot, their small hairs secreting the nerve enhancers on her already ticklish foot. Near her right foot, which was still wearing a sock, a slender and longer variation of worm emerged. These were dark blue in color, the main difference that she could notice. They were also incredibly fast. She had never even seen a snake move this fast, let alone your average worm. They crawled into her sock so quickly that she could even count how many went in; all she could tell was that her sock was stuffed almost to the point of breaking. They weren’t moving, but her foot started to feel wet. The worms were secreting a slick nerve enhancing oil that left a thick coating on her foot and on their skin. Following a strict pattern the worms started to move in circles around her feet at incredible speeds, their hairs brushing against her feet so softly and so quickly it was out of this world. They moved all around her soles, between each of her toes, and made sure not to forget her delicate heels. There were so many of them moving so quickly that if felt like her entire foot was alight with ticklish flame. If she was still able to move her head she probably would have beaten it clean off by now.
Though it took her a while, Sierra was able to think logically for a second. She squeezed her toes together and scrunched her feet up as hard as she could, capturing some of the worms between her toes and making it a lot harder for them to tickle. At last, a little bit of relief. Another wave of heat behind her head and her toes stretched open again. Her muscles weren’t disabled this time, they were frozen in place. Her feet were stretched outwards with her toes stretched open as far as she could get them. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get them out of this position. They were again completely open to the worm’s ticklish assault.
With free range over the soft skin between her toes, the worms went to down. On her bare foot the wiggling ones made sure to cover every square millimeter of skin between every toe. Inside her sock the pattern had changed to focus heavily on movement between her toes. The second a worm left another would take its place, creating an infinite torture. As punishment for slightly delaying the process, the ship thought up something new. Sierra wouldn’t even be able to see the worms it had sent out this time. They were too small. They crawled up the backs of the worms already going to work on her feet and found their destination. Her toenails had a nice pedicure, and the skin just beneath their tips was both extremely sensitive and accessible. Each worm was a different length, for a different toe. The worms lodged themselves between her toenails and the sensitive flesh underneath them. Though smaller, they were also covered in the same nerve enhancing hairs as the others. Their method of assault was spinning so quickly they seemed to turn into a blur, causing the small irritating hairs to relentlessly tickle the flesh underneath her toenails.
This was so effective, the ship decided to use the same method on her fingernails as well. Her hands were stuck deep in the mud, so the worms didn’t even have to leave the ground. They crawled straight from the ground to underneath her fingernails, and began to spin. She tried to close her hands or wiggle her fingers but the mud was too thick and she was unable to do anything. Even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to stop the spinning. Sierra still had too many vulnerable spots left open, the ship needed to process something big to take care of most of them.
From directly beneath her, a giant centipede attached itself to Sierra’s back. With the mind control the ship was exerting upon her, there was no way she could avoid this. The only way she knew it was a centipede was from the hundreds of thin long legs that attached themselves to her from the top of her crotch to her collarbones. They were shaped more like spider legs, than anything, but no spider had this many. The legs positioned themselves; half of them went for under her back, while the other half went on the top of her body. They began to slowly scratch against her skin. At least a hundred legs on her upper and lower back, each leg scratching at a different pace, with a different pattern. Sierra didn’t even know her back was ticklish, until now. Maybe it was because the thin tips of the legs secreted the same nerve enhancing fluid that the worms did. The other half of the legs went to work on her stomach, ribs, and all the rest. They were as erratic as the legs on her back.
Before she could grow accustomed to the long legs dancing all over her torso, they repositioned themselves. Some of the legs under her moved towards her rear, while some of the legs on top of her moved towards her breasts. These were both very ticklish areas for Sierra, but also very arousing. The legs were tickling her rear end so fast that even though the legs never stopped moving, her cheeks were pulled apart. This gave way for the centipedes “tail” to get to work. It probed around for a second or two before attaching itself to her ass, then penetrating. It went slowly, in and out at a steady pace until her muscles were relaxed enough to take it. Then it began to wiggle around inside of her. The nerve enhancer was secreted enough in her anus to act as a lubricant. The tail began to vibrate, and the wiggling went faster. This added both ticklish and sexual excitement.
From the tickling on her breasts, her nipples were growing. When they got so hard that it almost hurt, two special worms crawled onto her breasts and attached themselves to her nipples. They had mouths created to fit her nipples perfectly, and suction capabilities good enough to make it impossible for her to shake them off. They sucked, vibrated, and teased her nipples keeping no real pattern. Once Sierra was obviously aroused, hairs grew within them, sensitive enough to add a light tickle and enhanced arousal to her experience. You see, the enhanced nerves didn’t just work for tickling. They worked for anything else, including sexual arousal.
These suction worms proved successful enough, so a third emerged. This one went lower. It attached itself to her clitoris, copying the movements of the suction worms on her nipples. With the enhancement on her clitoris, the sexual feelings Sierra was having were almost on par with the impossible level of tickling. Dripping wet now, she felt like she was about to pass out. She was laughing and moaning so loud she could barely breathe. To fix this, the ship sent out a long thin worm that was almost invisible. Sierra didn’t notice it, but it slipped itself into her throat. It was able to produce oxygen and push it into her lungs, enough to keep her awake and enough to keep her from feeling any muscular pain from lack of oxygen. She would only be feeling the most intense good feelings she would ever experience, and nothing would be able to get in the way of that.
As a cherry on top, the ship created a large dragonfly sort of bio-insect. It crawled out of the ground then went airborne. Its wings moved so fast that the buzzing was loud enough to hear over her laughing, screaming, and moaning. It flew towards her, circled over her body a few times, and then lowered itself near her legs. Sierra felt the warmth overtake her brain again, and her legs were lifted and spread open pretty wide. She knew there was nothing she could do about this. The dragonfly inserted its long body in Sierra’s moist pussy. Its wings were creating a vibration so intense she was forced into orgasm before it fully mounted her. The combined pleasure from the best orgasm of her life and the most intense tickling she had ever experienced were so strong that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth opened to let out a single long, loud moan and she began to drool. The pleasure was so strong she completely lost control of her senses. She felt another beam of warmth and her mind and body were frozen into this state of ecstasy. She continued to experience the most intense ticklish orgasm possible as her head lay in the mud. She didn’t even know who Mike was at the moment; her entire body and mind were focused on the ticklish, orgasmic torture she was going through. She opened her eyes and looked up at the stars in the sky. The perfect night?
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It was the night of Sierra’s eighteenth birthday. Her mother constantly told her that the day had special meaning, because on the day of her birth a shooting star landed near their home. She claimed it was a symbol of good fortune. Her parents were drunk and asleep, and all of her guests and relatives had gone home, other than her boyfriend. He was twenty now, and they had both been waiting for this day to take their relationship to the next step without breaking the law. In their area, a sexual relationship between someone older and someone younger than eighteen would lead to the older person getting into serious legal trouble. To protect her boyfriend, Mike, she had him promise that they would both wait until this day.
Though they were sleeping, Sierra feared her parents would hear them if they were to get too loud inside, and she wanted this to be something special. Having them ruin it wasn’t part of her plans. She convinced Mike that they should sneak outside into her backyard. She had planned this a few days in advance and gone into her back woods to scout out an area that would be good for their first time. A good ten minute walk in, she found a nice sized patch of moss under an opening in the trees. Once they finished they would be able to lie there and look up at the stars. It would be the perfect ending to her perfect night.
Mike thought they would need a flashlight, but Sierra told him to wait for his eyes to adjust to the moonlight then to see if he felt the same way. When they did, he agreed that it was at least light enough for them to see most of their surroundings, so they started their walk. A minute or so in the right direction, Sierra had a fun idea. She told Mike to turn around, close his eyes, and count to five hundred. She was going to strip bit by bit, and leave her clothing in a trail that would lead him to the right spot. Kind of like a striptease hide and seek.
First Sierra pulled off her tank top, and left it hanging on a branch. Just within seeing distance from the top, she put her pink shorts on another branch. She left her bra on the floor and her panties on top of a pricker bush. The spot was still a little bit away, so she had to think of a good way to leave everything she had left as hints. She kneeled down to untie her shoes and a cold leaf ran across her naked crotch, (shaved for the occasion). It was quite the sensation. She was so into the stripping, she hadn’t noticed how turned on she was. She dropped her laces to play with herself, rubbing her clit and pinching her left nipple, and then heard something not too far away walking through the woods. She had to hurry up if she wanted to continue the game.
She removed both her shoes and hung them by their laces in different places. The moss patch was in seeing distance now. She walked towards it then looked down and realized her thin white socks would get ruined if she kept them on much longer. She lifted her left leg up in front of her and peeled her sock off. She inspected it to see if it was still in good enough condition. Other than some dirt shading where her toes and the parts of her sole that touched the ground had been, it was fine. Just a little damp from dew and a bit of perspiration.
A strong gust of wind blew through the trees. The cool air against her naked body shocked and aroused her. Her nipples and clitoris reacted noticeably. Some of those big leaves forcefully fluttered into her, tickling a large portion of her body. With her leg still bent upwards into the air, the shock from all of this knocked her off balance. She dropped the sock in an effort to catch herself. Her hands sprawled out in front of her, just touching the bed of moss. At least she landed on something soft, Sierra thought to herself. This thought left her quickly as her arms started to sink into the ground. She remembered being bummed out that it was supposed to during her party, but cheering up when it had happened the night before. The rain must have softened the ground. Her arms were in elbow deep and she struggled to get out. She tried pushing with her knees to give her the pull necessary to get her out of this predicament, but with her weak body and small frame it just wasn’t enough. Instead, her knees slipped out from under her and her body pushed forward, throwing all of her weight onto her arms. The ground gave way even more and began to cave in. If Sierra had looked behind she would have noticed the strong wind carrying a few articles of her clothing off into the woods.
Mike had been tracking Sierra’s clothes for a while now. This was taking longer than he had imagined it would, because he didn’t realize the wind had scattered her clothes. He just thought she had done a terrible job planning this game. Instead of being the playful turn on she was hoping for, it was just starting to piss him off. He was sure he’d be there soon to let her know he’d rather not ever play this game again. In reality, he had gone a good ten minutes off to the right of the original trail, and was getting himself lost. The woods weren’t huge, but they were big enough that it could take him quite a few hours to find his way out of them if he really got lost.
Sierra slid down into the ground, her arms still trapped within the moss. She rolled over a few times and her arms crashed into the wall of the hole she had just fallen into. Though she had fallen, the soft ground caught most of her weight, and she wasn’t injured. She lay there for a minute to regain her breath, and then tried to get up. Her arms were still stuck, well beyond elbow deep within the moss now, and because that ball of moss was what had caught her fall it had sunk into the soft earth. She struggled and wasn’t able to budge. She was worried, but she knew Mike would be there pretty soon and he’d be able to help her out.
Twenty five years ago a satellite was sent to monitor all of the planets in our solar system. Eighteen years ago it was checking on Earth’s development, when the government radar being used to track this UFO interrupted its piloting controls, causing it to crash into the wetlands behind Sierra’s home. Coincidentally, this was on the day of her birth. It had used up most of its power trying to regain control during the crash landing, and being a small aircraft a few feet deep in mud, it didn’t have the power to get itself out. Though the technology used to create it allowed plenty of different ways to absorb power, the mud it was in didn’t have the necessary nutrients to get it out. The machine’s advanced artificial intelligence had become depressed, feeling it would be trapped forever. Now that Sierra was barely a foot away from it, it wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.
It had been a few minutes now and Sierra was getting worried, wondering why Mike was taking so long. Suddenly she felt heat, behind her head. Nothing was touching her, but somehow heat was radiating right behind her head, warm enough for her to know it was there. Then it felt like it was penetrating her head. Her brain itself began to warm up. It was uncomfortable, but not painful. She thought what she was experiencing might have been the symptoms of some sort of panic attack, so she tried to calm herself down. It seemed to slowly spread throughout her brain, from the back to the front, then back again. When it had done three full cycles of this, it abruptly stopped. She cooled off and her fear subsided until she started to feel the ground slowly moving under her.
At first she couldn’t figure out what was going on. She looked to her left and to her right, but wasn’t able to turn over and see underneath herself so it was pointless. Eventually she saw the ground to either side of her move too. Then she saw what was going on. There were worms of all shapes and sizes crawling out of the ground. They looked bio-mechanical. Some of them looked more mechanical, while others looked more like living creatures, but they all had qualities of both. Sierra was terribly afraid of all those types of creepy crawlies, and she immediately let out a series of shrieks.
Mike, who was hopelessly lost now, heard a faint scream somewhere off in the distance. He thought it might have been Sierra, so he turned in what he thought was the direction of the screaming. Unfortunately for him, his sense of direction was terrible, and he proceeded to go off even further in the wrong direction. Mike wouldn’t be helping Sierra any time soon.
The ship calculated the potential dangers of her screaming luring others to the spot and the possibility of her being rescued, ruining its energy absorption process. It had waited too long for a chance like this and wasn’t about to pass it up. Though it would be risky to use much of its leftover power, the ship felt it was necessary. It put up an invisible sound barrier that would block all sound from entering or exiting the ditch Sierra lay in. Now the chances of her being rescued before the process had finished were negligible.
She continued to scream, thinking Mike would hear and that it would lead him to her. These worms were a lot faster than real ones. In less than twenty seconds they had covered her entire body. No part of her was left uncovered. They searched all over her, looking for specifics, taking mental notes on every inch of her body and telepathically reporting it all to the ship’s central mind. The ship found that the most efficient way to absorb energy from this creature would be through absorbing the energy released from endorphins. It also found the fastest ways to force her into producing the most endorphins.
Though Sierra was very clean, the worms brought a new meaning to the word. They went to work on making her skin as vulnerable as it could possibly be, removing any dead skin and making sure her body was in perfect condition for what was to come. The worms moved away from her body and the screams they had been muffling were heard again, Sierra was scared half to death, convinced she was about to die, getting eaten by these terrible worms. She tried to move her legs and her one bare foot touched against her other foot’s ankle. She applied lotion to her feet daily, and they had never felt this soft. The worms had given her a pedicure most women would have paid thousands of dollars for; she could only imagine the effects had been equal to the rest of her body. She couldn’t fathom why they had done this to her, the only thought running through her mind was that they had cleaned her up in order to eat her, and she didn’t have much time left. She started to cry, until she felt something strange.
Her arms which were suspended tightly above her head left her armpits completely out in the open. The damp air of the night woods was even stronger against them now after the worms had left them so sensitive, so she noticed immediately when two worms crawled over her left armpit and started to wriggle around. She in turn started doing exactly what they were, wiggling like crazy trying to shake them off but she wasn’t even able to move her armpits, let alone shake the worms off. Three more worms crawled onto her left armpit, and an even amount joined in on the right. She started to giggle, but was still too scared of her situation to express some real laughter. She lost count of the worms when her armpits were both completely covered with them, and they started extending to her neck.
When the first worms hit her neck, the combination of the tickling sensation on both of her armpits and her ticklish neck got her started. She went from a stream of giggles to a river of laughter in no time at all, and was now kicking her legs and bucking like crazy trying to get them to back off. The worms were forming a wriggling necklace that stretched around her neck and weren’t going to budge. They had microscopic hairs on their body that pierced a layer of two of the skin, not enough for her to notice but enough for them to hold their weight no matter how hard she thrashed. Their wiggling movement was also part of a process they were using to internally manufacture a chemical mixture specifically designed for Sierra to make all surrounding nerves much more sensitive. This chemical was secreted through the hairs every time they touched her. As they wriggled their hairs lightly scraped against her skin. With the hundreds of worms on her now this was turning into a very powerful feeling. The worms moved up the back of her neck now and as many as could fit went behind her ear. This was a very ticklish spot for her, almost as bad as her neck, and she started to beat her head up and down.
The ship anticipated that this might begin to damage the worms, so it took action. Sierra felt another wave of heat rise behind her head, and all of a sudden her neck muscles went limp. She wasn’t able to move her head at all, and realizing this suddenly made her even more ticklish. She started kicking wildly and trying to lift her entire body with her legs, to do anything to get these things off of her. This was a bad move. Another wave of heat came and her legs went limp. Now all she could do was flex her abs, which didn’t do anything but make her look cute and cause her nicely shaped breasts to jiggle.
Sierra got really worried when she felt the ground start to move around her feet. She could barely move them because her legs were disabled, all she could really do was shake them and wiggle her toes, which she was doing frantically in anticipation for the inevitable. The same worms that were on her neck began to climb her naked left foot, their small hairs secreting the nerve enhancers on her already ticklish foot. Near her right foot, which was still wearing a sock, a slender and longer variation of worm emerged. These were dark blue in color, the main difference that she could notice. They were also incredibly fast. She had never even seen a snake move this fast, let alone your average worm. They crawled into her sock so quickly that she could even count how many went in; all she could tell was that her sock was stuffed almost to the point of breaking. They weren’t moving, but her foot started to feel wet. The worms were secreting a slick nerve enhancing oil that left a thick coating on her foot and on their skin. Following a strict pattern the worms started to move in circles around her feet at incredible speeds, their hairs brushing against her feet so softly and so quickly it was out of this world. They moved all around her soles, between each of her toes, and made sure not to forget her delicate heels. There were so many of them moving so quickly that if felt like her entire foot was alight with ticklish flame. If she was still able to move her head she probably would have beaten it clean off by now.
Though it took her a while, Sierra was able to think logically for a second. She squeezed her toes together and scrunched her feet up as hard as she could, capturing some of the worms between her toes and making it a lot harder for them to tickle. At last, a little bit of relief. Another wave of heat behind her head and her toes stretched open again. Her muscles weren’t disabled this time, they were frozen in place. Her feet were stretched outwards with her toes stretched open as far as she could get them. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get them out of this position. They were again completely open to the worm’s ticklish assault.
With free range over the soft skin between her toes, the worms went to down. On her bare foot the wiggling ones made sure to cover every square millimeter of skin between every toe. Inside her sock the pattern had changed to focus heavily on movement between her toes. The second a worm left another would take its place, creating an infinite torture. As punishment for slightly delaying the process, the ship thought up something new. Sierra wouldn’t even be able to see the worms it had sent out this time. They were too small. They crawled up the backs of the worms already going to work on her feet and found their destination. Her toenails had a nice pedicure, and the skin just beneath their tips was both extremely sensitive and accessible. Each worm was a different length, for a different toe. The worms lodged themselves between her toenails and the sensitive flesh underneath them. Though smaller, they were also covered in the same nerve enhancing hairs as the others. Their method of assault was spinning so quickly they seemed to turn into a blur, causing the small irritating hairs to relentlessly tickle the flesh underneath her toenails.
This was so effective, the ship decided to use the same method on her fingernails as well. Her hands were stuck deep in the mud, so the worms didn’t even have to leave the ground. They crawled straight from the ground to underneath her fingernails, and began to spin. She tried to close her hands or wiggle her fingers but the mud was too thick and she was unable to do anything. Even if she could, she wouldn’t be able to stop the spinning. Sierra still had too many vulnerable spots left open, the ship needed to process something big to take care of most of them.
From directly beneath her, a giant centipede attached itself to Sierra’s back. With the mind control the ship was exerting upon her, there was no way she could avoid this. The only way she knew it was a centipede was from the hundreds of thin long legs that attached themselves to her from the top of her crotch to her collarbones. They were shaped more like spider legs, than anything, but no spider had this many. The legs positioned themselves; half of them went for under her back, while the other half went on the top of her body. They began to slowly scratch against her skin. At least a hundred legs on her upper and lower back, each leg scratching at a different pace, with a different pattern. Sierra didn’t even know her back was ticklish, until now. Maybe it was because the thin tips of the legs secreted the same nerve enhancing fluid that the worms did. The other half of the legs went to work on her stomach, ribs, and all the rest. They were as erratic as the legs on her back.
Before she could grow accustomed to the long legs dancing all over her torso, they repositioned themselves. Some of the legs under her moved towards her rear, while some of the legs on top of her moved towards her breasts. These were both very ticklish areas for Sierra, but also very arousing. The legs were tickling her rear end so fast that even though the legs never stopped moving, her cheeks were pulled apart. This gave way for the centipedes “tail” to get to work. It probed around for a second or two before attaching itself to her ass, then penetrating. It went slowly, in and out at a steady pace until her muscles were relaxed enough to take it. Then it began to wiggle around inside of her. The nerve enhancer was secreted enough in her anus to act as a lubricant. The tail began to vibrate, and the wiggling went faster. This added both ticklish and sexual excitement.
From the tickling on her breasts, her nipples were growing. When they got so hard that it almost hurt, two special worms crawled onto her breasts and attached themselves to her nipples. They had mouths created to fit her nipples perfectly, and suction capabilities good enough to make it impossible for her to shake them off. They sucked, vibrated, and teased her nipples keeping no real pattern. Once Sierra was obviously aroused, hairs grew within them, sensitive enough to add a light tickle and enhanced arousal to her experience. You see, the enhanced nerves didn’t just work for tickling. They worked for anything else, including sexual arousal.
These suction worms proved successful enough, so a third emerged. This one went lower. It attached itself to her clitoris, copying the movements of the suction worms on her nipples. With the enhancement on her clitoris, the sexual feelings Sierra was having were almost on par with the impossible level of tickling. Dripping wet now, she felt like she was about to pass out. She was laughing and moaning so loud she could barely breathe. To fix this, the ship sent out a long thin worm that was almost invisible. Sierra didn’t notice it, but it slipped itself into her throat. It was able to produce oxygen and push it into her lungs, enough to keep her awake and enough to keep her from feeling any muscular pain from lack of oxygen. She would only be feeling the most intense good feelings she would ever experience, and nothing would be able to get in the way of that.
As a cherry on top, the ship created a large dragonfly sort of bio-insect. It crawled out of the ground then went airborne. Its wings moved so fast that the buzzing was loud enough to hear over her laughing, screaming, and moaning. It flew towards her, circled over her body a few times, and then lowered itself near her legs. Sierra felt the warmth overtake her brain again, and her legs were lifted and spread open pretty wide. She knew there was nothing she could do about this. The dragonfly inserted its long body in Sierra’s moist pussy. Its wings were creating a vibration so intense she was forced into orgasm before it fully mounted her. The combined pleasure from the best orgasm of her life and the most intense tickling she had ever experienced were so strong that her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her mouth opened to let out a single long, loud moan and she began to drool. The pleasure was so strong she completely lost control of her senses. She felt another beam of warmth and her mind and body were frozen into this state of ecstasy. She continued to experience the most intense ticklish orgasm possible as her head lay in the mud. She didn’t even know who Mike was at the moment; her entire body and mind were focused on the ticklish, orgasmic torture she was going through. She opened her eyes and looked up at the stars in the sky. The perfect night?
