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Tara lay on the bed, which she had expanded to a king-sized, hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling. She was listening to Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos because they reminded her of her father, who had played classical music every Sunday morning while he made breakfast. The smell of bacon, eggs, and toast had greeted her once per week when she came downstairs, and the memory of her father humming along with Respighi and Mozart while he dished up brought Tara to a different time and place in her life, before the vodka and the broken curfews and the boys who only wanted one thing from her that she was only too happy to give to block out the pain.
None of her mother’s boyfriends wanted to play Chopin or Beethoven or make her breakfast shaped like Mickey Mouse’s silhouette or as a smiley face. And some of them seemed to want from her what the boys wanted, though she never gave them that, not even to spite her mother, who she hadn’t even spoken to for the last year.
Tara frowned, going over all that had happened in her mind again, and her circumstances. What she was going through in the simulation was terrible because of Jack and Vanessa, but if she was allowed to live in a world like this of her own making without their torment, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a huge blessing for most people to escape poverty and live in a lifelong dream state like she was now. But the price was sickeningly high.
Vanessa stepped into the room, wearing some beautiful, if rather revealing black lingerie, interrupting Tara’s thoughts. She gave a listen, wincing. “Vivaldi?” she asked.
Tara unlaced her fingers and laid the hands over her stomach, her heart beating a little faster. “Bach. My father loved this music.” She decided to push. “I doubt you remember my talking about him.”
“No,” Vanessa lied. She cut off the music and reinstated Tara’s paralysis from the neck down. “It’s my time with you.” She walked to the bed.
Tara swallowed and tamped down on the impulse to beg for Vanessa to leave her alone, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Hell,” she mumbled.
“Perhaps.” She placed Tara’s arms at her sides and laid down next to her. “King sized, nice.” She tested the pillow under her head. “Synthetic instead of down, though.” When Tara didn’t respond, Vanessa kissed the top of Tara’s forehead. “Let’s get comfy.”
Tara inhaled sharply as her shirt and sandals both disappeared. “Oh God,” she said quietly.
“I thought you were an agnostic.” She gently kissed a rib just under Tara’s bra. “Ah, a smile. I do enjoy that.” She kissed again, running her soft, warm lips over the pale skin.
Tara was grinning at the sensation, still reflexively fighting against it. “Sure,” she said sardonically through her teeth.
Vanessa wriggled a finger in Tara’s navel. “Just a little warm-up. If you give in to the giggle fit, it will make life easier for you.” She kissed again. “Ah, there we are.”
Tara’s belly trembled. “Nnn-eehhee!” She felt as helpless as a child.
Vanessa worked her fingers and her lips for another moment, serenaded by the mirthful s******ing. “Right,” she said when she was ready, “let’s have some real fun.” She sat up and Tara’s feet disappeared in a blue haze like before. “Recognize this?”
Tara’s eyes widened as her right foot appeared on the bed. She had a lump in her throat at the sight, which was even more bizarre than when she had seen them as oversized. She tried to push through the emotional turmoil. “Red?” she asked, noting that nail polish had been added.
Rather than reply, Vanessa picked it up and turned it over so that the bottom was exposed. She cradled it in her left arm in her lap as if it was a child. “Now let’s see.” She worked a finger between the big toe and second, and then the second and third. “Oh, here come the smiles again.”
Tara bit her lip, feeling another stream of helpless giggling bubbling up. “Nnnnn-ee!” she grinned, showing her teeth again as Vanessa worked between each toe.
Vanessa changed to running a nail in circles on the pink heel and then gently along the side. “Which part is worst, do you think?”
Tara gasped and shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing and wishing desperately that if she couldn’t escape, that she could at least ball her hands into fists and press her nails into the palms. She groaned in her struggle to keep composed, turning her head away.
“No, no. Now, we can’t have that,” Vanessa chided. She made it so that all but Tara’s jaw was now immobile. She took Tara’s chin and gently swiveled her head so that it was pointed at her, then gave a command and Tara’s eyes snapped open and locked in, looking forward. “Not to worry, you won’t be tearing up from keeping your peepers peeled. I just want you to watch this.” She shimmied closer so that Tara’s foot was now inches from her face, and she had no choice but to stare at it.
Tara whimpered. “Why?”
Rather than reply, Vanessa ran her fingers gently along Tara’s arch, up and down, her short nails trailing along the soft, supple skin. “Lovely, and not a callous to be seen,” she taunted. “Oh, here’s a good spot, what do you think?”
Tara was laughing now with a close up view of the fingers dancing along her naked sole. “V-vaaanesssaaa-haaa!” Her breath hitched. “I c--aaaahaaan’t!”
“Can’t what?” Vanessa bent over and ran her tongue along the arch back and forth, and used the wetness to glide her fingers more effectively over the wrinkled skin.
“Plleee-heease!” Her cheeks were pink.
“And to think this is just a single foot,” Vanessa marveled, her nails swirling and dancing. “A tiny percentage of your entire body, and yet here you are, begging.” She licked again. “Jack was right, these are very ticklish teenager toes.”
“Aaahaaa-haaa!” Tara wanted desperately to look away and shut her eyes. She wanted to claw at her hair and kick and pound, but had no choice but to watch and endure.
Vanessa stopped, backed up a few inches, and reached behind her. “Tell you what.” She brought out the other foot, cradling it in both hands, “I’ll give you a break if,” she brought it forward, “you give a few licks yourself.”
Tara swallowed, staring at her milky bare foot. “I…” she hesitated, feeling her stomach churn slightly. “I don’t…”
“No?” Vanessa pretended to think. “I think you just need to get to know them better.” She gave a wicked grin and focused.
Tara blinked and shut her eyes, grateful to be able to close them again. She opened them and gasped. “Oh… oh shit!” she exclaimed. She could still feel her body, but it had disappeared, leaving only her head on the pillow.
“VR is just amazing, isn’t it? Here we go.” Vanessa lovingly placed each of Tara’s feet on either side of her head, each arch resting gently against a cheek. “Now you three can all get to know each other better.”
Tara’s brain did the best it could with the neural inputs but the disorientation was fierce. It didn’t help that she was put off to say the least. “Get me the fuck out of this!”
Vanessa laid down on her stomach, her nose perilously close to Tara’s. “The rewards for your capitulation to our needs could be incredible, you know.” She was almost whispering. “There’s hell here, but heaven, too. I’ve gone down on myself in this simulacrum, and believe me, it will change your life.”
Tara got her bearings and was momentarily intrigued by the idea despite her situation. “That’s…” she trailed off, unable to think of anything to say other than ‘weird and interesting.’
“In the meantime…” Vanessa made Tara’s feet slick with lubrication and a pair of toothbrushes appeared in her hands.
“No!” Tara’s eyes were wide. “Please, no more!”
Vanessa gently scrubbed Tara’s bare soles, the bristles nipping the slick flesh. “Mmm,” she cooed, moving the brushes in gentle circles. “Tickle, tickle.”
Tara burst into helpless laughter. “Naaa-haaa! St-ataaahaap pleeeheeeasee-aaaah!”
“Up and down and all around,” Vanessa said in an odd sing-song. “Brushy, brushy.” The bristles worked in between the wrinkles of her skin.
Tara laughed on and on, a stray tear mingling with the lubricant that smeared on her cheek. “Oh gaaa-hhhad!”
“These tootsies are getting rosy from scrubbing, Tara. It only stops when you give a lick.” She worked the brushes in between the toes.
Tara cracked. “Okay!” she wailed, unable to handle it anymore. The brushes disappeared. “Okay.” She gasped for breath.
Vanessa made the lubricant disappear. “No smell, I promise.” She took Tara’s left foot and held it up to her face.
Tara screwed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. Steeling herself, she gave a pair of wet laps, experiencing an odd buzzing sensation that was unpleasant to her and yet caused an odd sensual prickle.
Vanessa laid the foot back down. “Good girl.” She stroked Tara’s hair and shifted over to the left. In a few seconds Tara’s body winked back into existence, feet reattached to her ankles. “I know that was hard for you, but it will be so worth it for you in the long run.”
Tara let out a shuddering sigh. “Are we done?”
“Hardly.” Tara gave a scream as her bra disappeared. “B-cup, nice. Jack will want a C, but I think it suits you well.” She gave a playful tweak to Tara’s nipple causing a squeak. “Let’s see, now.” She took Tara’s arms and raised them up.
“Please,” Tara begged. “Please no more tickling.”
“This is going to be tricky, but so worth it.” Vanessa winced at something only she could see. “I’ve removed your urethra and the opening, and… there, bladder is now at 75% capacity.”
Tara gasped in shock, feeling her bladder suddenly telling her she needed to go. “Oh my God!”
Vanessa stroked Tara’s ribs. “Quite maddening, I would think.” She summoned a disembodied tongue that gently licked Tara’s left underarm, then joined it and began playing with herself.
Tara exploded in hysterics, screaming as her bladder tried to give out but couldn’t. “Nyyyaaaahaaa! Haaaalp-aahaa!” Her face glowed from exertion.
“Delicious,” Vanessa cooed, gently licking at the sensitive flesh. “Let’s do the same to your feet.” More disembodied tongues gently licked at Tara’s helpless soles and worming between her toes. Vanessa stroked herself and increased the fill level to 82%.
Tara’s laughter descended into helpless screaming cackles, her lungs wheezing with exertion, sweat beading her brow. Her bladder growled angrily at her, pulsing and demanding relief. Tears began to stream. “Aaaaieee-aaahaaa!”
Vanessa made her lingerie disappear and, now nude, wrapped a leg around Tara’s thigh and ground against her. She added a few tongues around Tara’s belly, one what wormed around her navel. She increased the percentage to 90. “Cootchie coo,” she whispered between licks.
Tara felt as though she was cracking in half, her whole body racked by spasms. “Naaahaa! Pl-pleeehaaaaa!” She shrieked, turning crimson. Sweat beaded everywhere and her heart raced so quickly she could dimly feel it’s gallop under the incessant licking. And then all at once it stopped and Tara gulped air, nearly in shock from the sudden ease of her torment, her belly shuddering with need of relief.
Vanessa brought herself close, but kept on the ragged edge, teasing herself. “I’m going to start it again in a moment,” she said in a strained voice. “It won’t last long if you beg me to make you wet yourself.”
Tara sniffled. “Please,” she said and gave a hiccough.
“Please what?” Vanessa gave another sensual lick along Tara’s armpit, causing another nervy screech.
Tara swallowed, blinking away tears of laughter, no longer caring. “Please make me pee my pants,” she managed.
“Good girl.” Vanessa brought back the urethra and opening, but Tara reflexively held it in. “Tinkle for me, Tara.” She stroked more rapidly and the tongues came back all at once.
Tara let out an ear-splitting scream and she descended into hysterics. “Ohhhh n-nnnn-aaaahaaa-hoooo!” Nearly two decades of continence caused her to try and fight against the quivers of laughter shaking her belly instead of surrendering, but after several seconds, she lost all control of herself. “Nnnnaaaiiieeee!” She felt herself give in and soaked herself, sobbing in humiliated relief.
Vanessa’s eyes fluttered as she pleasured herself at Tara’s expense, shuddering in release. When she was ready to come down, she sent the tongues away and rolled over. The two women lay side by side, both breathing heavily for vastly different reasons.
After a few moments, Vanessa gained her composure first. “Are you shaved or natural?” she asked.
Tara blinked as it was about the last thing she expected to hear. “Shaved,” she replied, instead of saying something scathing.
“No good,” said Vanessa with a grunt, sitting up. She concentrated for a second. “There. Let me clean you up.” She waved her hand and Tara, besides being cleaned up, was now naked. “Hmm, nice.”
Tara flushed at suddenly being entirely vulnerable. She turned her head to one side, still unable to move otherwise. She gave a strangled yelp as Vanessa toyed with one of her newly sprouted pubic hairs. “I need rest,” she said, not wanting to look at her captor again.
Vanessa chuckled. “Not really, but I’ll leave you be for now.” She kissed Tara’s collarbone. “It won’t be chilly; I don’t think we need to bother with clothes any longer, do you?”
Tara didn’t trust herself to respond beyond a tired groan.
“See you soon.” Vanessa gave Tara’s bare belly a kiss, causing an ‘eep’ and vanished.
Tara brought her arms down and restarted the music, trying to calm herself. What she wanted to do was dangerous, but she had to try something to escape.
...
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
None of her mother’s boyfriends wanted to play Chopin or Beethoven or make her breakfast shaped like Mickey Mouse’s silhouette or as a smiley face. And some of them seemed to want from her what the boys wanted, though she never gave them that, not even to spite her mother, who she hadn’t even spoken to for the last year.
Tara frowned, going over all that had happened in her mind again, and her circumstances. What she was going through in the simulation was terrible because of Jack and Vanessa, but if she was allowed to live in a world like this of her own making without their torment, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. It would be a huge blessing for most people to escape poverty and live in a lifelong dream state like she was now. But the price was sickeningly high.
Vanessa stepped into the room, wearing some beautiful, if rather revealing black lingerie, interrupting Tara’s thoughts. She gave a listen, wincing. “Vivaldi?” she asked.
Tara unlaced her fingers and laid the hands over her stomach, her heart beating a little faster. “Bach. My father loved this music.” She decided to push. “I doubt you remember my talking about him.”
“No,” Vanessa lied. She cut off the music and reinstated Tara’s paralysis from the neck down. “It’s my time with you.” She walked to the bed.
Tara swallowed and tamped down on the impulse to beg for Vanessa to leave her alone, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Hell,” she mumbled.
“Perhaps.” She placed Tara’s arms at her sides and laid down next to her. “King sized, nice.” She tested the pillow under her head. “Synthetic instead of down, though.” When Tara didn’t respond, Vanessa kissed the top of Tara’s forehead. “Let’s get comfy.”
Tara inhaled sharply as her shirt and sandals both disappeared. “Oh God,” she said quietly.
“I thought you were an agnostic.” She gently kissed a rib just under Tara’s bra. “Ah, a smile. I do enjoy that.” She kissed again, running her soft, warm lips over the pale skin.
Tara was grinning at the sensation, still reflexively fighting against it. “Sure,” she said sardonically through her teeth.
Vanessa wriggled a finger in Tara’s navel. “Just a little warm-up. If you give in to the giggle fit, it will make life easier for you.” She kissed again. “Ah, there we are.”
Tara’s belly trembled. “Nnn-eehhee!” She felt as helpless as a child.
Vanessa worked her fingers and her lips for another moment, serenaded by the mirthful s******ing. “Right,” she said when she was ready, “let’s have some real fun.” She sat up and Tara’s feet disappeared in a blue haze like before. “Recognize this?”
Tara’s eyes widened as her right foot appeared on the bed. She had a lump in her throat at the sight, which was even more bizarre than when she had seen them as oversized. She tried to push through the emotional turmoil. “Red?” she asked, noting that nail polish had been added.
Rather than reply, Vanessa picked it up and turned it over so that the bottom was exposed. She cradled it in her left arm in her lap as if it was a child. “Now let’s see.” She worked a finger between the big toe and second, and then the second and third. “Oh, here come the smiles again.”
Tara bit her lip, feeling another stream of helpless giggling bubbling up. “Nnnnn-ee!” she grinned, showing her teeth again as Vanessa worked between each toe.
Vanessa changed to running a nail in circles on the pink heel and then gently along the side. “Which part is worst, do you think?”
Tara gasped and shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing and wishing desperately that if she couldn’t escape, that she could at least ball her hands into fists and press her nails into the palms. She groaned in her struggle to keep composed, turning her head away.
“No, no. Now, we can’t have that,” Vanessa chided. She made it so that all but Tara’s jaw was now immobile. She took Tara’s chin and gently swiveled her head so that it was pointed at her, then gave a command and Tara’s eyes snapped open and locked in, looking forward. “Not to worry, you won’t be tearing up from keeping your peepers peeled. I just want you to watch this.” She shimmied closer so that Tara’s foot was now inches from her face, and she had no choice but to stare at it.
Tara whimpered. “Why?”
Rather than reply, Vanessa ran her fingers gently along Tara’s arch, up and down, her short nails trailing along the soft, supple skin. “Lovely, and not a callous to be seen,” she taunted. “Oh, here’s a good spot, what do you think?”
Tara was laughing now with a close up view of the fingers dancing along her naked sole. “V-vaaanesssaaa-haaa!” Her breath hitched. “I c--aaaahaaan’t!”
“Can’t what?” Vanessa bent over and ran her tongue along the arch back and forth, and used the wetness to glide her fingers more effectively over the wrinkled skin.
“Plleee-heease!” Her cheeks were pink.
“And to think this is just a single foot,” Vanessa marveled, her nails swirling and dancing. “A tiny percentage of your entire body, and yet here you are, begging.” She licked again. “Jack was right, these are very ticklish teenager toes.”
“Aaahaaa-haaa!” Tara wanted desperately to look away and shut her eyes. She wanted to claw at her hair and kick and pound, but had no choice but to watch and endure.
Vanessa stopped, backed up a few inches, and reached behind her. “Tell you what.” She brought out the other foot, cradling it in both hands, “I’ll give you a break if,” she brought it forward, “you give a few licks yourself.”
Tara swallowed, staring at her milky bare foot. “I…” she hesitated, feeling her stomach churn slightly. “I don’t…”
“No?” Vanessa pretended to think. “I think you just need to get to know them better.” She gave a wicked grin and focused.
Tara blinked and shut her eyes, grateful to be able to close them again. She opened them and gasped. “Oh… oh shit!” she exclaimed. She could still feel her body, but it had disappeared, leaving only her head on the pillow.
“VR is just amazing, isn’t it? Here we go.” Vanessa lovingly placed each of Tara’s feet on either side of her head, each arch resting gently against a cheek. “Now you three can all get to know each other better.”
Tara’s brain did the best it could with the neural inputs but the disorientation was fierce. It didn’t help that she was put off to say the least. “Get me the fuck out of this!”
Vanessa laid down on her stomach, her nose perilously close to Tara’s. “The rewards for your capitulation to our needs could be incredible, you know.” She was almost whispering. “There’s hell here, but heaven, too. I’ve gone down on myself in this simulacrum, and believe me, it will change your life.”
Tara got her bearings and was momentarily intrigued by the idea despite her situation. “That’s…” she trailed off, unable to think of anything to say other than ‘weird and interesting.’
“In the meantime…” Vanessa made Tara’s feet slick with lubrication and a pair of toothbrushes appeared in her hands.
“No!” Tara’s eyes were wide. “Please, no more!”
Vanessa gently scrubbed Tara’s bare soles, the bristles nipping the slick flesh. “Mmm,” she cooed, moving the brushes in gentle circles. “Tickle, tickle.”
Tara burst into helpless laughter. “Naaa-haaa! St-ataaahaap pleeeheeeasee-aaaah!”
“Up and down and all around,” Vanessa said in an odd sing-song. “Brushy, brushy.” The bristles worked in between the wrinkles of her skin.
Tara laughed on and on, a stray tear mingling with the lubricant that smeared on her cheek. “Oh gaaa-hhhad!”
“These tootsies are getting rosy from scrubbing, Tara. It only stops when you give a lick.” She worked the brushes in between the toes.
Tara cracked. “Okay!” she wailed, unable to handle it anymore. The brushes disappeared. “Okay.” She gasped for breath.
Vanessa made the lubricant disappear. “No smell, I promise.” She took Tara’s left foot and held it up to her face.
Tara screwed her eyes shut and stuck out her tongue. Steeling herself, she gave a pair of wet laps, experiencing an odd buzzing sensation that was unpleasant to her and yet caused an odd sensual prickle.
Vanessa laid the foot back down. “Good girl.” She stroked Tara’s hair and shifted over to the left. In a few seconds Tara’s body winked back into existence, feet reattached to her ankles. “I know that was hard for you, but it will be so worth it for you in the long run.”
Tara let out a shuddering sigh. “Are we done?”
“Hardly.” Tara gave a scream as her bra disappeared. “B-cup, nice. Jack will want a C, but I think it suits you well.” She gave a playful tweak to Tara’s nipple causing a squeak. “Let’s see, now.” She took Tara’s arms and raised them up.
“Please,” Tara begged. “Please no more tickling.”
“This is going to be tricky, but so worth it.” Vanessa winced at something only she could see. “I’ve removed your urethra and the opening, and… there, bladder is now at 75% capacity.”
Tara gasped in shock, feeling her bladder suddenly telling her she needed to go. “Oh my God!”
Vanessa stroked Tara’s ribs. “Quite maddening, I would think.” She summoned a disembodied tongue that gently licked Tara’s left underarm, then joined it and began playing with herself.
Tara exploded in hysterics, screaming as her bladder tried to give out but couldn’t. “Nyyyaaaahaaa! Haaaalp-aahaa!” Her face glowed from exertion.
“Delicious,” Vanessa cooed, gently licking at the sensitive flesh. “Let’s do the same to your feet.” More disembodied tongues gently licked at Tara’s helpless soles and worming between her toes. Vanessa stroked herself and increased the fill level to 82%.
Tara’s laughter descended into helpless screaming cackles, her lungs wheezing with exertion, sweat beading her brow. Her bladder growled angrily at her, pulsing and demanding relief. Tears began to stream. “Aaaaieee-aaahaaa!”
Vanessa made her lingerie disappear and, now nude, wrapped a leg around Tara’s thigh and ground against her. She added a few tongues around Tara’s belly, one what wormed around her navel. She increased the percentage to 90. “Cootchie coo,” she whispered between licks.
Tara felt as though she was cracking in half, her whole body racked by spasms. “Naaahaa! Pl-pleeehaaaaa!” She shrieked, turning crimson. Sweat beaded everywhere and her heart raced so quickly she could dimly feel it’s gallop under the incessant licking. And then all at once it stopped and Tara gulped air, nearly in shock from the sudden ease of her torment, her belly shuddering with need of relief.
Vanessa brought herself close, but kept on the ragged edge, teasing herself. “I’m going to start it again in a moment,” she said in a strained voice. “It won’t last long if you beg me to make you wet yourself.”
Tara sniffled. “Please,” she said and gave a hiccough.
“Please what?” Vanessa gave another sensual lick along Tara’s armpit, causing another nervy screech.
Tara swallowed, blinking away tears of laughter, no longer caring. “Please make me pee my pants,” she managed.
“Good girl.” Vanessa brought back the urethra and opening, but Tara reflexively held it in. “Tinkle for me, Tara.” She stroked more rapidly and the tongues came back all at once.
Tara let out an ear-splitting scream and she descended into hysterics. “Ohhhh n-nnnn-aaaahaaa-hoooo!” Nearly two decades of continence caused her to try and fight against the quivers of laughter shaking her belly instead of surrendering, but after several seconds, she lost all control of herself. “Nnnnaaaiiieeee!” She felt herself give in and soaked herself, sobbing in humiliated relief.
Vanessa’s eyes fluttered as she pleasured herself at Tara’s expense, shuddering in release. When she was ready to come down, she sent the tongues away and rolled over. The two women lay side by side, both breathing heavily for vastly different reasons.
After a few moments, Vanessa gained her composure first. “Are you shaved or natural?” she asked.
Tara blinked as it was about the last thing she expected to hear. “Shaved,” she replied, instead of saying something scathing.
“No good,” said Vanessa with a grunt, sitting up. She concentrated for a second. “There. Let me clean you up.” She waved her hand and Tara, besides being cleaned up, was now naked. “Hmm, nice.”
Tara flushed at suddenly being entirely vulnerable. She turned her head to one side, still unable to move otherwise. She gave a strangled yelp as Vanessa toyed with one of her newly sprouted pubic hairs. “I need rest,” she said, not wanting to look at her captor again.
Vanessa chuckled. “Not really, but I’ll leave you be for now.” She kissed Tara’s collarbone. “It won’t be chilly; I don’t think we need to bother with clothes any longer, do you?”
Tara didn’t trust herself to respond beyond a tired groan.
“See you soon.” Vanessa gave Tara’s bare belly a kiss, causing an ‘eep’ and vanished.
Tara brought her arms down and restarted the music, trying to calm herself. What she wanted to do was dangerous, but she had to try something to escape.
...
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!
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