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The knife was absolutely stunning. When Tara had first created it, the blade was little more than a sharp kitchen utensil. But it had seemed so drab and meager that she couldn’t help but dress it up, even though it wasn’t real as such. And now it gleamed. The handle was made of pearl with runes of blue sapphire inscribed, and contoured to fit in her hand, and the blade was composed of hardened steel, polished so that Tara could see her reflection, and sharpened down to a few molecules thick at the edge. She swung the knife in an arc and it made an odd whistle as it cut through the air.
Tara created a sturdy, comfortable chair and prepared to dispatch herself. Her hope was that she might reset the system and ‘wake up’ in the stasis tube to make her escape, though as far as she knew the system might make her as dead as she appeared to be. It was a chance she felt she had to take, but she trembled at the possibility she was about to actually die. She laid the flat of the blade gently below her wrist, but after several minutes found herself lacking the courage to slice. She laid it on her bare legs and closed her eyes.
She played ‘Venus’ from Holst’s Planets suite and tried to find her courage.
…
“I have to go back in. You know I do.” Vanessa was gearing up.
“This isn’t fair.” Jack sounded like a petulant child, but he couldn’t help it. “It was my turn. Or ours, maybe.”
“Come with me, then.” Vanessa knew her husband would feel a bit seasick at the idea given what she was going to do.
Jack looked at the monitor for the nth time. “She’ll probably be fine. The system won’t kill her.”
Vanessa attached the last sensor. “Are you sure?” She finished and looked him dead in the eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked again, “and are you sure it won’t let her snap awake?” She nodded her head at the tube to indicate what she meant. “Because if you’re wrong about either one of those...” She didn’t bother finishing the thought.
Jack scowled. “Go, then. Do what you want.” He wanted to tell her she was being silly, but the fact was that he wasn’t 100% sure. The synaptic feedback could be awfully tricky and there were some occasional weird effects from the interface, seeing as the human brain isn’t as predictable as a series of logic gates. “I’ll take my turn next time around.”
She touched his cheek. “I won’t be long.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Feeling henpecked, he cut the video and audio feed. “I’ll be upstairs watching the Giants and Cardinals play.”
Vanessa laid down on the table. “Which ones?”
“Either,” he responded waspishly, even though he meant football. He stomped up out of the basement.
Vanessa sighed and activated the machine.
…
Tara was almost drifting off as the music transitioned to Mercury when the blade disappeared. “No,” she said in a harsh whisper, knowing what that meant. She gripped the arms of the chair, her knuckles turning pale. The music stopped.
“We’re doing something different,” Vanessa said from behind Tara.
Tara bent over, hugging her naked body, and turned her head. Vanessa was standing there, nude as well. Tara didn’t know what she looked like without clothes in the real world, of course, but here she was stunning. “Different,” Tara said with as flat an affect as she could manage.
Vanessa placed a hand on Tara’s bare shoulder, and despite everything, caused a short tingle where the nails landed. “Different, yes.” There was a shimmer in the air.
Tara trembled, expecting to find herself in a similar position as before, but blinked in surprise at what she saw instead. Her bed changed into a queen-sized four poster and there was a lean, well-built man on it, spread-eagled, wearing only a pair of silk boxers. He had dark brown hair and light skin with a strong jaw, but it was hard to tell if he was handsome, seeing as he was blindfolded and had a gag that completely obscured his mouth. “Um…” Tara was at a loss for words.
“We’re going to continue to have fun with you,” Vanessa drummed her fingers, “but if you manage to find a way to end your life in here, we can’t guarantee your real world survival. I’m easing the tension by letting you have some fun too, against my husband’s wishes.” She kissed Tara’s cheek. “Unlike myself, he is rather put off by seeing another man in this position.”
Tara stood on legs that felt watery and was keenly aware of being unclothed with the other woman behind her. “Is this a cipher?” she managed.
Vanessa stroked Tara’s hair and ran her nails down her spine, causing goosebumps. “An AI with human memory engrams, so better than a cipher.” She rested the palm on the small of Tara’s back. “His name is Alec, and he’s yours.” She thought. “Ours.” She nudged Tara forward with a light tap on her buttocks.
She knew what was expected of her, though Tara was dubious. The boys she had been with had never expressed an interest in being restrained and she would never have consented to be tied up, not with the crowd she had been running with. She wasn’t even sure what she would have done if one of them had asked. She laid a hand on the young man’s stomach, causing him to flinch in his bonds. She ran her nails along the muscles, and experienced a mild surge in the pit of her stomach as he wriggled and gave a snicker behind the gag.
“It’s different on the other side, isn’t it?” Vanessa sat on the bed. “Having someone at your mercy like this?” She ran her fingers along the ribs. “Join me.”
Tara followed Vanessa’s lead, one hand on Alec’s stomach, moving her fingers gently up and down. The feel of the hairs in his underarm and the way he writhed on the bed laughing helplessly while muffled brought back a few stray memories of previous sexual encounters and she felt the first tingle of arousal.
Vanessa made a pair of small brushes appear and they gently began to scrub the bottoms of Alec’s feet, lubricant appearing to help them glide around his writhing soles. “Eventually, you’ll give in and want to run your tongue along someone’s helpless arches. You’ll want the feel of someone’s toes in your mouth while they howl in hysterics. Men and women both. But that will come in time. Look at him struggle, Tara.”
Alec was howling in helpless strangled laughter, pleading with words that couldn’t be expressed. He bucked up and down on the bed, trying uselessly to escape. His face turned bright red where it was visible.
“Let’s make him enjoy himself.” Vanessa, still moving her hands around his naked upper body, placed a mouth over Alec’s nipple, causing a stressed groan among the laughter.
Tara followed her lead, tasting Alec’s flesh. Her tongue rolled around, and while she was grateful not to be tormented, she felt the tingle in her become deeper.
They both licked for a few moments, listening to the sounds of Alec’s muffled wails. At some point, Vanessa added a couple of additional fuzzy tubes to work between the toes.
Vanessa raised her head. “Ah, looks like someone’s enjoying himself.” Alec’s erection was clearly visible under the fabric.
Tara, buzzing with unexpected pleasure, nuzzled his underarm, breathing in a musky scent. She brushed aside a tear that had leaked from under the blindfold, and without realizing it, had draped a leg over his, the vibrating thigh causing gentle pulses of arousal through her.
“Intoxicating, isn’t it?” Vanessa took up a similar position. “Just listen to him.” She added a fuzzy metal ball to his navel, causing the pitch of anguished laughter to rise. She removed his boxers with a gesture, exposing him, and added a small band to ensure his continued stiffness. “Screaming and needing release. Look at the sweat on his brow; listen to how he’s begging but can’t make himself heard.”
Sweat beaded on Alec’s forehead, his body wrenching back and forth, his member swaying like a tower in an earthquake. His laughter sounded more strangled as his torment went on and on.
Tara felt a warmth spread out inside of her and began grinding, her body wanting to be filled, the feel and smell of exertion causing waves of need.
Vanessa sucked a nipple again for a moment, adding to the tension. “One of us should mount this poor creature. Let’s hear if he agrees.” She took the gag away.
Alec threw his head back and let out a howl. “Plleeeheease! I c-caaahhaaant’t; mmmmaaake it st-st-staaahaap!”
It was like a bucket of cold water thrown at Tara. Her head snapped up as she heard the same pitiful begging she had made when she was tortured, and quickly scrambled off the bed. “No, no I won’t do this!”
Vanessa glared at her and replaced the gag. “There. Come on back.”
She stood there, shaking her head, horrified at her state of arousal. “No, leave him alone!”
Vanessa stared hard at her for a moment and then removed the brushes, leaving Alec to gasp for air. “He’s not real, not like us. And you were ready to ride him like a wild horse.”
“This…” Tara placed her hands over her eyes, unable to articulate the swirl of emotion.
Vanessa stood up and smirked. “Here, just relax.”
Tara’s mouth dropped open as another wave of desire, this one far more powerful swept through her. “You…” she said in a strained squeak, falling to her knees, her insides already fluttering. “You did this to me.”
“I may have helped a little. Also…” Over a dozen oily brushes of various sizes and stiffness appeared and began scrubbing Alec’s naked body. He let out a spiraling scream that cracked at the end and flailed at his bonds, head snapping back and forth. His body gleamed with lubricant.
Tara collapsed as she burned with desire, throbbing. “Just… don’t…” she lost control of rational thought, unable to think about anything other than satiating a need that was starting to eat her alive.
“Why don’t you hop up on him?” Vanessa knelt down where Tara was on hands and knees, teeth gritted. “I promise he won’t mind.” She stroked the younger woman’s back. “Go on.”
The wails of helpless hysterics pounded in Tara’s ears as Alec vibrated on the bed. The fire within her consumed her from the inside out, and unable to resist, she pleasured herself to the sounds of Alec’s screams. Her own screams of relief mingled with his as she fingered herself with a ferocity she had never known, shuddering in sexual release. She collapsed to the floor, spent, and gasping with ragged satiation, wishing she’d had the lack of empathy to use Alec for her own pleasure.
Vanessa made Alec and the brushes disappear. “You should have taken advantage, but that will also come with time. We’ll try again later. For now, be sure not to try and kill yourself.” Vanessa winked out.
Tara lay there recovering for a moment before hauling herself onto the bed. Unlike before, the drops of fluid that trickled down her leg didn’t disappear.
Author's Note:
Check out Chapters 1-3 for the backstory.
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!
www.patreon.com/Backstep
Tara created a sturdy, comfortable chair and prepared to dispatch herself. Her hope was that she might reset the system and ‘wake up’ in the stasis tube to make her escape, though as far as she knew the system might make her as dead as she appeared to be. It was a chance she felt she had to take, but she trembled at the possibility she was about to actually die. She laid the flat of the blade gently below her wrist, but after several minutes found herself lacking the courage to slice. She laid it on her bare legs and closed her eyes.
She played ‘Venus’ from Holst’s Planets suite and tried to find her courage.
…
“I have to go back in. You know I do.” Vanessa was gearing up.
“This isn’t fair.” Jack sounded like a petulant child, but he couldn’t help it. “It was my turn. Or ours, maybe.”
“Come with me, then.” Vanessa knew her husband would feel a bit seasick at the idea given what she was going to do.
Jack looked at the monitor for the nth time. “She’ll probably be fine. The system won’t kill her.”
Vanessa attached the last sensor. “Are you sure?” She finished and looked him dead in the eyes. “Are you sure?” she asked again, “and are you sure it won’t let her snap awake?” She nodded her head at the tube to indicate what she meant. “Because if you’re wrong about either one of those...” She didn’t bother finishing the thought.
Jack scowled. “Go, then. Do what you want.” He wanted to tell her she was being silly, but the fact was that he wasn’t 100% sure. The synaptic feedback could be awfully tricky and there were some occasional weird effects from the interface, seeing as the human brain isn’t as predictable as a series of logic gates. “I’ll take my turn next time around.”
She touched his cheek. “I won’t be long.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Feeling henpecked, he cut the video and audio feed. “I’ll be upstairs watching the Giants and Cardinals play.”
Vanessa laid down on the table. “Which ones?”
“Either,” he responded waspishly, even though he meant football. He stomped up out of the basement.
Vanessa sighed and activated the machine.
…
Tara was almost drifting off as the music transitioned to Mercury when the blade disappeared. “No,” she said in a harsh whisper, knowing what that meant. She gripped the arms of the chair, her knuckles turning pale. The music stopped.
“We’re doing something different,” Vanessa said from behind Tara.
Tara bent over, hugging her naked body, and turned her head. Vanessa was standing there, nude as well. Tara didn’t know what she looked like without clothes in the real world, of course, but here she was stunning. “Different,” Tara said with as flat an affect as she could manage.
Vanessa placed a hand on Tara’s bare shoulder, and despite everything, caused a short tingle where the nails landed. “Different, yes.” There was a shimmer in the air.
Tara trembled, expecting to find herself in a similar position as before, but blinked in surprise at what she saw instead. Her bed changed into a queen-sized four poster and there was a lean, well-built man on it, spread-eagled, wearing only a pair of silk boxers. He had dark brown hair and light skin with a strong jaw, but it was hard to tell if he was handsome, seeing as he was blindfolded and had a gag that completely obscured his mouth. “Um…” Tara was at a loss for words.
“We’re going to continue to have fun with you,” Vanessa drummed her fingers, “but if you manage to find a way to end your life in here, we can’t guarantee your real world survival. I’m easing the tension by letting you have some fun too, against my husband’s wishes.” She kissed Tara’s cheek. “Unlike myself, he is rather put off by seeing another man in this position.”
Tara stood on legs that felt watery and was keenly aware of being unclothed with the other woman behind her. “Is this a cipher?” she managed.
Vanessa stroked Tara’s hair and ran her nails down her spine, causing goosebumps. “An AI with human memory engrams, so better than a cipher.” She rested the palm on the small of Tara’s back. “His name is Alec, and he’s yours.” She thought. “Ours.” She nudged Tara forward with a light tap on her buttocks.
She knew what was expected of her, though Tara was dubious. The boys she had been with had never expressed an interest in being restrained and she would never have consented to be tied up, not with the crowd she had been running with. She wasn’t even sure what she would have done if one of them had asked. She laid a hand on the young man’s stomach, causing him to flinch in his bonds. She ran her nails along the muscles, and experienced a mild surge in the pit of her stomach as he wriggled and gave a snicker behind the gag.
“It’s different on the other side, isn’t it?” Vanessa sat on the bed. “Having someone at your mercy like this?” She ran her fingers along the ribs. “Join me.”
Tara followed Vanessa’s lead, one hand on Alec’s stomach, moving her fingers gently up and down. The feel of the hairs in his underarm and the way he writhed on the bed laughing helplessly while muffled brought back a few stray memories of previous sexual encounters and she felt the first tingle of arousal.
Vanessa made a pair of small brushes appear and they gently began to scrub the bottoms of Alec’s feet, lubricant appearing to help them glide around his writhing soles. “Eventually, you’ll give in and want to run your tongue along someone’s helpless arches. You’ll want the feel of someone’s toes in your mouth while they howl in hysterics. Men and women both. But that will come in time. Look at him struggle, Tara.”
Alec was howling in helpless strangled laughter, pleading with words that couldn’t be expressed. He bucked up and down on the bed, trying uselessly to escape. His face turned bright red where it was visible.
“Let’s make him enjoy himself.” Vanessa, still moving her hands around his naked upper body, placed a mouth over Alec’s nipple, causing a stressed groan among the laughter.
Tara followed her lead, tasting Alec’s flesh. Her tongue rolled around, and while she was grateful not to be tormented, she felt the tingle in her become deeper.
They both licked for a few moments, listening to the sounds of Alec’s muffled wails. At some point, Vanessa added a couple of additional fuzzy tubes to work between the toes.
Vanessa raised her head. “Ah, looks like someone’s enjoying himself.” Alec’s erection was clearly visible under the fabric.
Tara, buzzing with unexpected pleasure, nuzzled his underarm, breathing in a musky scent. She brushed aside a tear that had leaked from under the blindfold, and without realizing it, had draped a leg over his, the vibrating thigh causing gentle pulses of arousal through her.
“Intoxicating, isn’t it?” Vanessa took up a similar position. “Just listen to him.” She added a fuzzy metal ball to his navel, causing the pitch of anguished laughter to rise. She removed his boxers with a gesture, exposing him, and added a small band to ensure his continued stiffness. “Screaming and needing release. Look at the sweat on his brow; listen to how he’s begging but can’t make himself heard.”
Sweat beaded on Alec’s forehead, his body wrenching back and forth, his member swaying like a tower in an earthquake. His laughter sounded more strangled as his torment went on and on.
Tara felt a warmth spread out inside of her and began grinding, her body wanting to be filled, the feel and smell of exertion causing waves of need.
Vanessa sucked a nipple again for a moment, adding to the tension. “One of us should mount this poor creature. Let’s hear if he agrees.” She took the gag away.
Alec threw his head back and let out a howl. “Plleeeheease! I c-caaahhaaant’t; mmmmaaake it st-st-staaahaap!”
It was like a bucket of cold water thrown at Tara. Her head snapped up as she heard the same pitiful begging she had made when she was tortured, and quickly scrambled off the bed. “No, no I won’t do this!”
Vanessa glared at her and replaced the gag. “There. Come on back.”
She stood there, shaking her head, horrified at her state of arousal. “No, leave him alone!”
Vanessa stared hard at her for a moment and then removed the brushes, leaving Alec to gasp for air. “He’s not real, not like us. And you were ready to ride him like a wild horse.”
“This…” Tara placed her hands over her eyes, unable to articulate the swirl of emotion.
Vanessa stood up and smirked. “Here, just relax.”
Tara’s mouth dropped open as another wave of desire, this one far more powerful swept through her. “You…” she said in a strained squeak, falling to her knees, her insides already fluttering. “You did this to me.”
“I may have helped a little. Also…” Over a dozen oily brushes of various sizes and stiffness appeared and began scrubbing Alec’s naked body. He let out a spiraling scream that cracked at the end and flailed at his bonds, head snapping back and forth. His body gleamed with lubricant.
Tara collapsed as she burned with desire, throbbing. “Just… don’t…” she lost control of rational thought, unable to think about anything other than satiating a need that was starting to eat her alive.
“Why don’t you hop up on him?” Vanessa knelt down where Tara was on hands and knees, teeth gritted. “I promise he won’t mind.” She stroked the younger woman’s back. “Go on.”
The wails of helpless hysterics pounded in Tara’s ears as Alec vibrated on the bed. The fire within her consumed her from the inside out, and unable to resist, she pleasured herself to the sounds of Alec’s screams. Her own screams of relief mingled with his as she fingered herself with a ferocity she had never known, shuddering in sexual release. She collapsed to the floor, spent, and gasping with ragged satiation, wishing she’d had the lack of empathy to use Alec for her own pleasure.
Vanessa made Alec and the brushes disappear. “You should have taken advantage, but that will also come with time. We’ll try again later. For now, be sure not to try and kill yourself.” Vanessa winked out.
Tara lay there recovering for a moment before hauling herself onto the bed. Unlike before, the drops of fluid that trickled down her leg didn’t disappear.
Author's Note:
Check out Chapters 1-3 for the backstory.
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!
www.patreon.com/Backstep
