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Part 1 is here: http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?331791-The-Homemade-World-Prologue-and-Chapter-1-(MF-F)
Tara had spent most of her time alone either resting or trying to get her body to snap awake to escape her prison. Meditation, vocal commands, and trying to summon a biofeedback loop all failed, and she sat on the edge of the bed, her mind clashing between rage and terror.
Reflecting on the woman she hadn’t seen in a few years, she knew she had been a troubled teenager once, that much was true. Her father had passed away when she was 11 and her mother had welcomed a string of suitors into the home, all too soon after she was single, and Tara hadn’t handled the changes well at all. Doctor Simon (‘Vanessa’, she thought bitterly) had tried to work with her, and though it was a long, hard road, Tara eventually found some stability, graduated high school, and was working. She even thought about taking some classes, maybe angling towards becoming a nurse like her great uncle.
But instead of looking towards a bright future, she now found herself betrayed and trapped by someone that she had come to at least respect, if not trust, and tormented for her and her husband’s desires, whatever they might entail and for however long. And just a couple of weeks from reaching her twenties, the prime of her life. “Happy birthday to me,” she mumbled to no one. She hoped.
Tara also found out from trial and error that she had some limited control over her space and was able to conjure a sandwich, which she ate out of habit, even though she didn’t feel particularly hungry, and a screen, though she found that she couldn’t focus on whatever she brought up to watch. She also found that she didn’t need to use the restroom, though the warped couple could control that too, it seemed.
Just when Tara was wondering if she was going to be left alone and watched like a pet lizard in a terrarium, her room disappeared, and she shut her eyes against the brief spinning sensation. She smelled where she was now before she saw it; a scent of moss, still water, and sugar pine, and an earthy smell of natural decay and life born anew. She opened her eyes on a California forest in the morning, not long after dawn, the last chill of the day chased by the rising sun. She stood in a tiny clearing, not even ten feet across, the ground soft and springy under her sandals and she heard birds singing above her. A light breeze tousled her hair. “Whoa,” she said in admiration, slowly turning in place, looking up at the sky.
“I grew up here,” a voice said from behind. Tara spun and saw Jack, sitting on a large flat rock, naked, and similarly looking around in contemplation. “Not here, exactly, but near Fresno. Most of the memories before my teenage years are about Yosemite.” He turned back and gave a wolfish grin. “Sleep well?”
Tara’s hands balled into fists. “How long are you going to keep me here?” she demanded.
“Not forever.” The look on his face didn’t change.
Tara’s eyes darted around. “Where’s… Vanessa?” She stopped herself from saying ‘Doctor’ primarily, though also from lobbing whatever insults might have occurred to her.
“She’s… not interested.” He fingered his limp shaft idly. “She’ll come by later. This is for me.”
Tara felt a weight in the pit of her stomach. “Oh?” she managed, taking a reflexive step back.
Jack raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The disorientation hit again and Tara felt herself lying on the ground, spread-eagled. Instead of paralyzed, what appeared to be tree roots were pinning her limbs above and below each joint. “My wife wanted you immobile without restraints, but I prefer a measure of verisimilitude.”
To her horror, she saw him chubb and struggled uselessly against the roots, hyperventilating. “Don’t touch me!” she yelled.
Jack still hadn’t stood up from his position on the rock. He made a gesture and Tara felt her shirt ride up a few inches, exposing her navel, and her sandals disappeared, her toes wriggling. He licked his lips. “Okay. I won’t touch you.”
Her heartbeat slowed a little as Jack simply sat there for a long moment, apparently meaning it. “Then… you’re just going to st-stare at me?”
He chuckled in response. “I could almost get off just watching your toes flex and point and remembering how I got to caress that momentarily huge foot of yours.” He was clearly amused at Tara’s look of severe distaste. “I would have sculpted that a bit, but someone insisted we leave them as is. Ah well.” He cracked his knuckles. “As for what’s going to happen…” he trailed off with an almost dreamy look.
He went silent and Tara looked around, waiting for something to pop into existence. She winced as she tried to test her bonds again, with no success. “If you’re done, can I go, then?” It was false bravado, but it sounded surprisingly strong to her own ears.
“I was enjoying the moment while I got everything set.” He shook his head. “Well, the program is ready in any case. Enjoy.”
Tara looked around, but all she saw was a drifting cottony cloud in an azure sky. “Hmm,” she said, and wriggled. She felt a bug on her left ankle, which was an annoyance. She tried to ignore it, but she felt a second on her right knee. She wrinkled her nose after several seconds of silence and irritated crawling. “What are you going to do, torture me with bugs?”
Jack grinned ear to ear. “Yes.” He pointed.
Tara spotted a flicker of movement and saw a swarm of a few dozen grey pill bugs off to her left and heading straight for her. “No! Oh please, no!” She writhed in her bonds.
Jack made a dismissive wave. “That’s really only the start. Ah, here we go.”
The small swarm lined up single file and made their way along the outside of her bare thigh and across Tara’s shorts. “No, Jack, plee-heeeeese!” Her plea ended in a helpless squeal as the first few of the little grey insects made their way along her belly. “Neeeaaaa! Nnnno st-staaahaay out!” One of them dipped into her belly button and made a lazy circle.
“Unlike the real world,” Jack said, admiring Tara’s helpless form, “these guys will more or less do what they’re told.” He ran his hand over his beard. “Let’s send a few under your shirt and see what happens.”
Tara screeched as a half dozen of the bugs wandered around her ribs. “St-staaaahaaap!” She twisted, trying to shake the insects loose while her cheeks grew rosy from exertion. “G-get themmmooohhhauout!”
“Out?” Jack taunted. “They’re hardly in. How about some flies on your thighs?” He looked pleased with himself.
Several house flies landed and wandered, took off, and were replaced by a few more, all in different locations. While they would have been more of a nuisance than anything, they added to Tara’s ongoing struggle against the tiny sensations running along her body. She managed briefly to clench her teeth through her disgusted laughter.
Jack looked down. “How about some beetles on your feetles?”
Two small groups of the red insects crawled over Tara’s ankles and across her writhing soles. A few squirmed in back and forth between her toes, their little legs dancing across the sensitive skin. Tara screamed in ticklish anguish, as dozens of the creepy crawlies wandered around her helpless body. “Haaaa-aiieeelllp m-m-meeehaaa! I-eee, goingggg t-to peeehaaa!” Her head snapped back and forth and her hands flailed in panic as a few bugs trailed along her fingers, and even in her hysterics, Tara knew what was coming next.
Jack toyed with his erection. “My wife is into bladder play, but I’m not a huge fan.” He ensured Tara would remain dry in the simulation, though in her stasis tube, her bladder would eventually give a sympathetic discharge into the catheter that she couldn’t feel. “Besides, it will make the coup de gras that much more memorable. Oh, and here come ants down your arms. Poor ticklish Tara.”
Tara let out a torrent of screams as more bugs walked down her arms and disappeared down the arm holes to swarm around her armpits. A few wriggled under her bra, and one in particular seemed interested in a nipple. “Eeeeee-aaaaguh! I-eeeeee d-dyyyying!” Her face was hot, and tears mingled with sweat. Her limbs wrenched, scraping against the bark. Every synapse felt overloaded and her lungs wheezed.
Jack wanted to stroke but held off, enthralled with what he was seeing. “I wonder what that’s like, being swarmed like that? To have so much of that beautiful, young skin tormented that way.” He indicated down. “Look at your feet, writhing and twisting. The sound of your helpless laughter is beautiful.”
Tara was almost sobbing, feeling as though she was going mad as her body was infested. “Pl-pleeeheease! Aaaahhhhhaaa!”
“Let me make those disappear for a moment.” He gave a command and the bugs vanished.
Tara, who had nearly been levitating with tension, collapsed back onto the ground, gasping in relief. Unable to beg or even think straight, she just laid there, waiting for her heart rate to settle from its gallop. “Done?” she finally managed between breaths.
“Not quite.” Jack leered. “I wanted you recovered and relatively undistracted for what comes next.”
“Please,” Tara managed, still catching her breath.
“And here they come.”
“Mmmph,” Tara bit her lip as four soft brown caterpillars, two per foot, worked their way up her crinkled arches. “Mmm-eeee! Nn-eee!” It only lasted several seconds, but her helpless giggles piled onto her earlier torment and she already felt like crying out. She laid her head back and writhed, fighting giggles as they wormed along her calves. “Nnnn-eee!” She grit her teeth.
“I imagine you’re wondering what’s going to happen.” Jack’s member trembled, standing on end.
Tara’s snickers eased as the caterpillars reached her knees. “Enough,” she groaned.
“It could be worse. Could be ants in your pants.” He continued to toy with himself.
Tara’s eyes snapped open and she bucked as the caterpillars inched their way up, knowing now what was coming. “No, Jack!” The caterpillars reached the bottom of her shorts and squirmed underneath, groping upwards in the dark. “Jack!” Tara trembled, her voice cracking in her plea. They approached the edge of her panties. “Oh God, don’t do this!”
“I’ve always wondered what would happen here,” Jack mused. “I suppose we’re both in unknown territory.” He gave himself a few gentle strokes to keep himself on edge.
The four caterpillars paused as if coordinating, and then simultaneously squirmed underneath to explore the dark moisture.
Tara let out an ear-splitting scream so loud she felt as though she would rupture. The veins stuck on on her forehead and neck due to exquisite tension, her mouth opened wide. “Aaaaaiiieeee-aaaahaaa!” She bucked hard as she was tickled, itched, disgusted, and panicked all at the same time.
“Wonderful. Let’s wrap this up.” Jack quietly pleasured himself.
The bugs came back all at once and then some. Tara turned crimson, wailing as her body became a living garden, bugs now wandering over every inch of sensitive skin, wandering in and out of her bra and underwear. Dozens of small bodies everywhere, between her toes, over her ribs. Tears leaked out of eyes that were screwed shut in agony. Just as Tara began to swoon, the tree roots disappeared.
Tara swept her arms over her body in reflexive knismetic disgust, but there was nothing to sweep. The bugs were gone. And so was Jack. And the clearing. Tara was lying on the bed in her room as if she had never left and she was even wearing her sandals. She sat up, no sore throat, no tired abdomen, no sweat or tears. She put her face in her hands and tried to rack her brains about how to escape.
She had an idea, but it would have to be a last resort. She was already close to trying.
Author’s Note:
While I have written a suitable ending to this story already, there are a wealth of possibilities for Tara, Vanessa, and Jack in the meantime given the futuristic nature of this virtual world. Going forward, I will be adding a new chapter every Wednesday to my Deviantart page (skipping August 18th as I will be away), but if you have a scenario in mind that you’re just dying to see, I will be glad to use it with a donation to the $10 tier on my Patreon page. This is half the cost that I would normally ask, seeing that I will be writing this ongoing saga regardless, though if you want to request two additional characters of your choice to appear as well, I will be happy to do so at the $20 rate. Thanks and stay tuned for next week’s installment!
https://www.patreon.com/Backstep
https://www.deviantart.com/backstep
Tara had spent most of her time alone either resting or trying to get her body to snap awake to escape her prison. Meditation, vocal commands, and trying to summon a biofeedback loop all failed, and she sat on the edge of the bed, her mind clashing between rage and terror.
Reflecting on the woman she hadn’t seen in a few years, she knew she had been a troubled teenager once, that much was true. Her father had passed away when she was 11 and her mother had welcomed a string of suitors into the home, all too soon after she was single, and Tara hadn’t handled the changes well at all. Doctor Simon (‘Vanessa’, she thought bitterly) had tried to work with her, and though it was a long, hard road, Tara eventually found some stability, graduated high school, and was working. She even thought about taking some classes, maybe angling towards becoming a nurse like her great uncle.
But instead of looking towards a bright future, she now found herself betrayed and trapped by someone that she had come to at least respect, if not trust, and tormented for her and her husband’s desires, whatever they might entail and for however long. And just a couple of weeks from reaching her twenties, the prime of her life. “Happy birthday to me,” she mumbled to no one. She hoped.
Tara also found out from trial and error that she had some limited control over her space and was able to conjure a sandwich, which she ate out of habit, even though she didn’t feel particularly hungry, and a screen, though she found that she couldn’t focus on whatever she brought up to watch. She also found that she didn’t need to use the restroom, though the warped couple could control that too, it seemed.
Just when Tara was wondering if she was going to be left alone and watched like a pet lizard in a terrarium, her room disappeared, and she shut her eyes against the brief spinning sensation. She smelled where she was now before she saw it; a scent of moss, still water, and sugar pine, and an earthy smell of natural decay and life born anew. She opened her eyes on a California forest in the morning, not long after dawn, the last chill of the day chased by the rising sun. She stood in a tiny clearing, not even ten feet across, the ground soft and springy under her sandals and she heard birds singing above her. A light breeze tousled her hair. “Whoa,” she said in admiration, slowly turning in place, looking up at the sky.
“I grew up here,” a voice said from behind. Tara spun and saw Jack, sitting on a large flat rock, naked, and similarly looking around in contemplation. “Not here, exactly, but near Fresno. Most of the memories before my teenage years are about Yosemite.” He turned back and gave a wolfish grin. “Sleep well?”
Tara’s hands balled into fists. “How long are you going to keep me here?” she demanded.
“Not forever.” The look on his face didn’t change.
Tara’s eyes darted around. “Where’s… Vanessa?” She stopped herself from saying ‘Doctor’ primarily, though also from lobbing whatever insults might have occurred to her.
“She’s… not interested.” He fingered his limp shaft idly. “She’ll come by later. This is for me.”
Tara felt a weight in the pit of her stomach. “Oh?” she managed, taking a reflexive step back.
Jack raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The disorientation hit again and Tara felt herself lying on the ground, spread-eagled. Instead of paralyzed, what appeared to be tree roots were pinning her limbs above and below each joint. “My wife wanted you immobile without restraints, but I prefer a measure of verisimilitude.”
To her horror, she saw him chubb and struggled uselessly against the roots, hyperventilating. “Don’t touch me!” she yelled.
Jack still hadn’t stood up from his position on the rock. He made a gesture and Tara felt her shirt ride up a few inches, exposing her navel, and her sandals disappeared, her toes wriggling. He licked his lips. “Okay. I won’t touch you.”
Her heartbeat slowed a little as Jack simply sat there for a long moment, apparently meaning it. “Then… you’re just going to st-stare at me?”
He chuckled in response. “I could almost get off just watching your toes flex and point and remembering how I got to caress that momentarily huge foot of yours.” He was clearly amused at Tara’s look of severe distaste. “I would have sculpted that a bit, but someone insisted we leave them as is. Ah well.” He cracked his knuckles. “As for what’s going to happen…” he trailed off with an almost dreamy look.
He went silent and Tara looked around, waiting for something to pop into existence. She winced as she tried to test her bonds again, with no success. “If you’re done, can I go, then?” It was false bravado, but it sounded surprisingly strong to her own ears.
“I was enjoying the moment while I got everything set.” He shook his head. “Well, the program is ready in any case. Enjoy.”
Tara looked around, but all she saw was a drifting cottony cloud in an azure sky. “Hmm,” she said, and wriggled. She felt a bug on her left ankle, which was an annoyance. She tried to ignore it, but she felt a second on her right knee. She wrinkled her nose after several seconds of silence and irritated crawling. “What are you going to do, torture me with bugs?”
Jack grinned ear to ear. “Yes.” He pointed.
Tara spotted a flicker of movement and saw a swarm of a few dozen grey pill bugs off to her left and heading straight for her. “No! Oh please, no!” She writhed in her bonds.
Jack made a dismissive wave. “That’s really only the start. Ah, here we go.”
The small swarm lined up single file and made their way along the outside of her bare thigh and across Tara’s shorts. “No, Jack, plee-heeeeese!” Her plea ended in a helpless squeal as the first few of the little grey insects made their way along her belly. “Neeeaaaa! Nnnno st-staaahaay out!” One of them dipped into her belly button and made a lazy circle.
“Unlike the real world,” Jack said, admiring Tara’s helpless form, “these guys will more or less do what they’re told.” He ran his hand over his beard. “Let’s send a few under your shirt and see what happens.”
Tara screeched as a half dozen of the bugs wandered around her ribs. “St-staaaahaaap!” She twisted, trying to shake the insects loose while her cheeks grew rosy from exertion. “G-get themmmooohhhauout!”
“Out?” Jack taunted. “They’re hardly in. How about some flies on your thighs?” He looked pleased with himself.
Several house flies landed and wandered, took off, and were replaced by a few more, all in different locations. While they would have been more of a nuisance than anything, they added to Tara’s ongoing struggle against the tiny sensations running along her body. She managed briefly to clench her teeth through her disgusted laughter.
Jack looked down. “How about some beetles on your feetles?”
Two small groups of the red insects crawled over Tara’s ankles and across her writhing soles. A few squirmed in back and forth between her toes, their little legs dancing across the sensitive skin. Tara screamed in ticklish anguish, as dozens of the creepy crawlies wandered around her helpless body. “Haaaa-aiieeelllp m-m-meeehaaa! I-eee, goingggg t-to peeehaaa!” Her head snapped back and forth and her hands flailed in panic as a few bugs trailed along her fingers, and even in her hysterics, Tara knew what was coming next.
Jack toyed with his erection. “My wife is into bladder play, but I’m not a huge fan.” He ensured Tara would remain dry in the simulation, though in her stasis tube, her bladder would eventually give a sympathetic discharge into the catheter that she couldn’t feel. “Besides, it will make the coup de gras that much more memorable. Oh, and here come ants down your arms. Poor ticklish Tara.”
Tara let out a torrent of screams as more bugs walked down her arms and disappeared down the arm holes to swarm around her armpits. A few wriggled under her bra, and one in particular seemed interested in a nipple. “Eeeeee-aaaaguh! I-eeeeee d-dyyyying!” Her face was hot, and tears mingled with sweat. Her limbs wrenched, scraping against the bark. Every synapse felt overloaded and her lungs wheezed.
Jack wanted to stroke but held off, enthralled with what he was seeing. “I wonder what that’s like, being swarmed like that? To have so much of that beautiful, young skin tormented that way.” He indicated down. “Look at your feet, writhing and twisting. The sound of your helpless laughter is beautiful.”
Tara was almost sobbing, feeling as though she was going mad as her body was infested. “Pl-pleeeheease! Aaaahhhhhaaa!”
“Let me make those disappear for a moment.” He gave a command and the bugs vanished.
Tara, who had nearly been levitating with tension, collapsed back onto the ground, gasping in relief. Unable to beg or even think straight, she just laid there, waiting for her heart rate to settle from its gallop. “Done?” she finally managed between breaths.
“Not quite.” Jack leered. “I wanted you recovered and relatively undistracted for what comes next.”
“Please,” Tara managed, still catching her breath.
“And here they come.”
“Mmmph,” Tara bit her lip as four soft brown caterpillars, two per foot, worked their way up her crinkled arches. “Mmm-eeee! Nn-eee!” It only lasted several seconds, but her helpless giggles piled onto her earlier torment and she already felt like crying out. She laid her head back and writhed, fighting giggles as they wormed along her calves. “Nnnn-eee!” She grit her teeth.
“I imagine you’re wondering what’s going to happen.” Jack’s member trembled, standing on end.
Tara’s snickers eased as the caterpillars reached her knees. “Enough,” she groaned.
“It could be worse. Could be ants in your pants.” He continued to toy with himself.
Tara’s eyes snapped open and she bucked as the caterpillars inched their way up, knowing now what was coming. “No, Jack!” The caterpillars reached the bottom of her shorts and squirmed underneath, groping upwards in the dark. “Jack!” Tara trembled, her voice cracking in her plea. They approached the edge of her panties. “Oh God, don’t do this!”
“I’ve always wondered what would happen here,” Jack mused. “I suppose we’re both in unknown territory.” He gave himself a few gentle strokes to keep himself on edge.
The four caterpillars paused as if coordinating, and then simultaneously squirmed underneath to explore the dark moisture.
Tara let out an ear-splitting scream so loud she felt as though she would rupture. The veins stuck on on her forehead and neck due to exquisite tension, her mouth opened wide. “Aaaaaiiieeee-aaaahaaa!” She bucked hard as she was tickled, itched, disgusted, and panicked all at the same time.
“Wonderful. Let’s wrap this up.” Jack quietly pleasured himself.
The bugs came back all at once and then some. Tara turned crimson, wailing as her body became a living garden, bugs now wandering over every inch of sensitive skin, wandering in and out of her bra and underwear. Dozens of small bodies everywhere, between her toes, over her ribs. Tears leaked out of eyes that were screwed shut in agony. Just as Tara began to swoon, the tree roots disappeared.
Tara swept her arms over her body in reflexive knismetic disgust, but there was nothing to sweep. The bugs were gone. And so was Jack. And the clearing. Tara was lying on the bed in her room as if she had never left and she was even wearing her sandals. She sat up, no sore throat, no tired abdomen, no sweat or tears. She put her face in her hands and tried to rack her brains about how to escape.
She had an idea, but it would have to be a last resort. She was already close to trying.
Author’s Note:
While I have written a suitable ending to this story already, there are a wealth of possibilities for Tara, Vanessa, and Jack in the meantime given the futuristic nature of this virtual world. Going forward, I will be adding a new chapter every Wednesday to my Deviantart page (skipping August 18th as I will be away), but if you have a scenario in mind that you’re just dying to see, I will be glad to use it with a donation to the $10 tier on my Patreon page. This is half the cost that I would normally ask, seeing that I will be writing this ongoing saga regardless, though if you want to request two additional characters of your choice to appear as well, I will be happy to do so at the $20 rate. Thanks and stay tuned for next week’s installment!
https://www.patreon.com/Backstep
https://www.deviantart.com/backstep
