I wrote a few tickling stories a long time ago before giving it up when real life got in the way. Some people liked those stories and some hated them, but I appreciate that a few still enjoy them from time to time. I have new ideas every now and then and I decided to try again to see if I could develop some of them into a story. I enjoyed writing it and I hope some others will enjoy reading it.
To those who still remember some of my old stories fondly, thanks for your encouragement. I hope this new one lives up to your expectations. And thanks to the many other authors whose work I've enjoyed in the meantime and from whose stories I've taken some inspiration for this one. To those who hated my old stories, you'll probably hate this one, too, so feel free to skip it. And to those who have never seen my work before, please be aware that this is a story of extreme, non-consensual, highly sexualized, female-female tickle torture. If that's not your cup of tea, you should probably stop reading now. It's also on the long side, and you might find that plot and character development sometimes get in the way of the tickling. If that doesn't scare you off, though, then I hope you enjoy this story and maybe you'll enjoy my older works, too.
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Chapter 1. A Second Life
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Kelly would not have called herself fearless, but she did love adventure. She had been born to independently wealthy parents, but they had died when she was young. The estranged aunt and uncle who ended up adopting Kelly seemed to have no interest in her aside from what they could squeeze out of her sizeable trust fund. The moment she turned eighteen and got control of that trust fund, Kelly cut off all ties and took off to live the life of her dreams. Whether it was diving off a picturesque cliff, snowboarding down an epic peak, or surfing a monster wave, she wanted to be where the action was. The beautiful, athletic blond knew her lifestyle was dangerous, but she believed that life was for living and no one was going to tell her there was anything she couldn't do. There had been other people in her life from time to time --- friends, lovers, even just kind strangers --- who tried to persuade her to slow down, be more careful, or just spend some time focusing on the simpler things in life. One by one, she had discarded them as dead weight holding her back. Although she was still just 25 years old, with her thirst for excitement, near-limitless resources, and no real cares or responsibilities, she had already experienced a lifetime of memories. But it wasn't so surprising when she took one risk too many and ended up a broken and barely living wreck at the bottom of a remote canyon.
Luckily for Kelly, this was less of a concern in the year 2070 than it might have been a generation or two previously. For although her body could not be saved, Kelly's brain survived, and, thanks to dramatic advances in neural interface technology, could be connected directly to Heaven: an all-encompassing virtual world that had been developed as a second life for those who could no longer remain in the real world. With its interface directly wired into the brain, a resident of Heaven could experience and interact with a virtual reality that was just as real to them and as all-encompassing as the actual reality they had left behind. Heaven at first was a home mainly for those whose bodies could no longer function due to severe injury, age, or progressive illness. It was meant to be a perfect world, where a resident's body could be virtually restored to its peak while they got to explore an endless variety of fun, excitement, and relaxation entirely free of pain, injury, or even mild discomfort. As others among the living got to interact with the virtual inhabitants of Heaven and hear about the wonders it offered, the fear of giving up on one's body went away and more people chose to take up residence there purely out of preference. It was reason enough that you were getting older and could no longer do everything you wanted, or even were simply dissatisfied with what the real world had to offer. Entry to Heaven wasn't cheap. But for those who could afford it, like Kelly, it seemed that paradise had truly become a reality. The real world carried on, including for a whole industry dedicated to maintaining Heaven and looking after its inhabitants, but Heaven was home by choice to a large and growing portion of humanity.
Kelly didn't have a choice, but when she woke up in Heaven and realized where she was she took to it beautifully. For her, it was a chance to explore a whole new world of adventures that had once been impossible, with all danger and discomfort now safely removed. A virtual replica of her former body was created but with every imperfection erased. She was ageless (at least as long as her mind held out) and always perfectly fit and toned, leaving her free to live blissfully untroubled by the fact that she had become barely more than a brain in a jar in the real world. Her body in Heaven was purely a virtual construct and Kelly could have requested modifications, but she was quite content to have a perfected version of her old body. She used this body to explore a whole new world where she could go for a space walk, ride a flying dragon, go treasure hunting in an underwater city, or whatever else took her fancy. And though more than a decade had passed since her accident, she still looked and felt like a fit and youthful twenty-five year old and had still barely scratched the surface of the marvels the virtual world could offer her. She didn't miss the real world or her real, flawed, vulnerable body at all. It was all perfection for her ... until it wasn't.
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Kelly had gone to bed one night, with plans the next day to take the stage of a virtual concert hall as a pop megastar. In the real world, she couldn't even carry a tune, but here anything was possible. She was surprised, though, to wake up not in the luxurious bed she had chosen the previous night but something that looked like a severe white hospital cot. She sat up with a start and scanned her surroundings in alarm. She was in a small, plain room with no windows and a single door. A woman sat in a chair next to the bed, smiling gently at her as she awoke. The woman looked older than Kelly, perhaps mid thirties, but she was clearly fit herself and quite attractive, an impressive figure visible even beneath a serious-looking business suit. Her dark hair was tied back in a severe bun, a pair of black-rimmed glasses contributing to a look of professional detachment. Kelly took the strange woman to be one of Heaven's counselors, real people who visited the virtual world via avatars to help its residents adapt to life in paradise. She sat up, her mind occupied with a bit curiosity but a lot more annoyance. She didn't feel any fear --- no one had anything to fear in Heaven --- but she didn't appreciate the disruption to her life of perfect freedom.
"I didn't mean to startle you," the brunette woman said to Kelly pleasantly. "And I do apologize for the inconvenience. But you and I need to talk."
The mysterious woman extended a hand to Kelly. "My name is Sarah," she said. "I'm an avatar here, but in the real world I work for Heaven. I'm a sort of troubleshooter, you could say."
Kelly stared at the hand in mild annoyance, before reluctantly taking it and giving it a tepid shake.
"What is this?" Kelly asked impatiently. "I didn't ask to be here."
"I summoned you here. You see, we have a problem," Sarah said enigmatically. "That is, Heaven has a problem. And I think I have the solution. But I need your help."
Kelly's curiosity was piqued, but she had never been the most considerate person. Her life had taught her to look out for number one, and the past few years of being able to do whatever she wanted had only reinforced that self-absorption. "I've got somewhere else to be. What do you want?" she asked brusquely.
"As I said, I'm a troubleshooter," Sarah replied mildly, ignoring Kelly's rudeness. "And this place, Heaven, is in trouble. I need someone to work with me, essentially to be the test subject for a solution. I'll be frank that it's going to take time and it's not going to be easy. It will involve some hard work and sacrifice on your part. But I promise that the wellbeing of everyone in Heaven is at stake. I'm confident that you and I can solve it together."
Kelly snorted derisively. "That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem," she replied. "I didn't choose to come to Heaven, but since I'm here, I aim to enjoy it. I'm having the time of my life. Why would I have the slightest interest in hard work and sacrifice?"
"I'm asking for a few hours a day of your time to save millions from a fate worse than death." Sarah said, her voice growing a bit more pointed. "Is there nothing I can do to convince you?"
"No, nothing," Kelly said dismissively. "We're done here."
"I thought you might say that," Sarah said with an air of mild disappointment. "What I need is, frankly, not something many denizens of Heaven are going to agree to voluntarily. Especially once they've tasted the freedom this place offers. But there's too much at stake to let that stop me. I have to confess that I didn't pick you by accident. You have no close friends, no relatives asking after you, no one who will miss you. I was able to pluck you out of Heaven and replace you with an AI clone. No one you've met there is close enough to you to notice the difference. I've had you moved to a sort of `pocket Heaven' where all of the real people have also been replaced by AI avatars. And I can see from the look on your face that you also didn't notice the difference. I'm the first real person you've seen in weeks and, I'm sorry to say, the only real person you're going to be seeing for a very long time."
"That's enough of this," Kelly said angrily, throwing herself out of the bed and pushing past Sarah. "Portal." Kelly barked with impatience, calling out a command that would normally open a doorway that could take her anywhere she wanted to be.
"The rules are a little different here," Sarah said calmly.
"Portal!" Kelly yelled more insistently. Realizing there was still nothing happening, she tried to open the door to the virtual hospital room but found it immovable.
"Kelly," Sarah said with a bit more edge in her voice. "You need to calm down and listen to me. You and I are going to work together and we're going to solve this problem. Right now, I'm out in the real world, but I have full control of this pocket virtual world I've made for you. I also have direct access to your brain and body, or what's left of it. We can try out my solution and I'll be able to monitor your brain activity and hormonal state throughout the process. My colleagues aren't open yet to my theories. They don't believe in me, at least not yet. But with you, I'll be able to get the proof I need. You and I are going to save everyone."
"Let me out of here!" Kelly said with anger and, for the first time, some fear as she banged on the door ineffectually.
"You'll still get to spend plenty of time in this pocket Heaven, enjoying your second life and doing whatever you want to do," Sarah responded. "But you and I will need to spend some... sessions... together where we will do a little experimenting."
"I don't want to be part of any of this!" Kelly retorted angrily, trying to keep the growing fear out of voice. "Let me out of here or so help me..."
"Hush." Sarah said simply. Kelly was shocked to find that her voice was gone. She tried to shout but only silence came out.
"I'm sorry," Sarah continued, "but I need you to settle down so I can explain."
In shock, Kelly rushed at Sarah hoping to overpower her. Running into Sarah was like hitting a brick wall.
"Freeze," Sarah said, and Kelly found her body instantly go rigid. She couldn't move anything except her eyes. "You can't hurt me or overpower me here. And there is more, as you're discovering. I suspected I wouldn't get your cooperation willingly, so I have made sure I have some extra tools here to secure it."
Kelly was now fully terrified but also utterly immobile and unable to do anything about it.
"Now let me explain," Sarah said. "This place seems like paradise, but it doesn't last. People lose their minds here. It's been hushed up, but for those of us on the inside, it's a crisis. The residents can enjoy themselves for a few years here, but over time their behavior becomes increasingly erratic. They begin to lose touch with reality. A full psychotic break is inevitable. It happens to everyone. We quietly remove people when they become too far gone, convince their friends they've gone off to pursue some new life. Usually, by then, any connections they still had left in the real world have become remote enough to accept that their Heaven-bound friends and family just want to sever ties and move on."
Sarah stood and walked up to Kelly. She was slightly taller than Kelly and with Kelly unable to move anything but her eyes, she struggled to look up and meet Sarah's gaze.
"It'll happen to you, too," Sarah continued. "It's already happening to you. I've been studying your brain and the degeneration is already apparent. It's only a matter of time."
Sarah leaned in even closer, her lips close to Kelly's ear. Kelly could feel Sarah's breath on her neck and knowing it was all virtual did nothing to ease her sense of fear and helplessness.
"And I think I know why," Sarah breathed into Kelly's ear. "It's because it's all too perfect. There's no pain here. No discomfort of any kind. And the human mind can't function without stimulus, both good and bad. Our brain is waiting and waiting to feel the slightest amount of unpleasantness, and it drives us mad to wait, year after year, and never have it fulfilled. Like the Sword of Damocles, it never has to fall; just having it dangling over you will eventually drive you mad. Let me demonstrate."
Sarah stepped back and made a hand gesture that seemed to conjure into existence a control panel of some sort next to her. She tapped some keys and Kelly instantly gasped as she suddenly felt an intense itching in her butthole.
"It's so mundane in the real world," Sarah said mildly. "I mean your butt itches, so what? And yet you haven't felt anything like it in years. I'd bet it's maddening."
Indeed it was. Kelly couldn't move an inch to scratch the itch, and not having felt an itch in ages seemed to make it a hundred times worse.
Sarah moved behind Kelly and smacked her on the ass. The slap wasn't that hard, but Kelly would have cried out if she could have. She literally couldn't remember the last time she had felt any pain.
"I bet that was a shock," Sarah said. "It isn't normal to feel no pain. In the real world, I'm watching your brain activity and it's going crazy. It's primed for hyperstimulation. Eventually it would get so oversensitive that your own mind would drive you to insanity. We need to stimulate those disused neural pathways to get you back to a normal baseline."
Sarah walked around to the front of Kelly and somehow produced a small feather from nowhere. She held it up to Kelly's face and lightly tickled her nose with it. The sensation was horrible. Kelly wanted to squeeze her eyes shut or wrinkle her nose just a bit to blunt it, but even that was denied to her. Sarah just continued the light tickling as she spoke again.
"Of course, I don't want to have to torture people to get them back to normal brain activity. But we don't need intense pain to stimulate the key brain areas. For example, your brain scans suggest you were very ticklish even before your accident. Years of not experiencing that has no doubt enhanced your sensitivity enormously. Your brain activity just from this little feather confirms it."
Kelly could barely hear the words as her mind was focused entirely on the infuriating sensation of having her nose tickled. Her eyes were involuntarily watering. She wanted terribly to sneeze but couldn't. Sarah was right. It would have been the most ordinary of sensations in the real world, but not experiencing it for ages had left her in a state of hypersensitivity that turned it into absolute torture.
Sarah finally stopped and Kelly breathed a sigh of intense relief. It was short lived, though, as Sarah pushed some more buttons and in an instant Kelly found herself topless. She blushed mightily and tried to cover herself but she couldn't force the slightest movement from her leaden limbs. Sarah grasped Kelly's wrists and lifted her arms above her head. While Kelly herself remained unable to move a millimeter, Sarah seemed to be able to pose her effortlessly. Sarah reached with a fingernail into each armpit and started lightly scratching. Kelly would have shrieked if she could have made a sound as she was overwhelmed with a tickling sensation greater than she could ever remember.
"Just one finger in each armpit has your brain scans showing more activity than they have in years of death defying stunts and impossible adventures you've had here," Sarah said mildly, the fingers continuing to scratch at Kelly's armpits as Kelly silently went out of her mind.
Soon Sarah was swirling all ten fingers into Kelly's pits. Kelly was going mad. Unable to even beg for relief, she felt like she was going to burst. She silently prayed that Sarah would stop, but she just kept going.
"I'll just need a couple hours a day with you to stimulate you appropriately and see if a little unpleasantness in your life is enough to restore normal brain function. It won't be just tickling, of course, but I think you must agree that this is a particularly effective stimulus for you. I'm certain that in a few months your brain will begin to repair itself and give me the proof I need that we can fix this. You and I are going to save a lot of lives."
Sarah didn't stop tickling Kelly's armpits through the entire diatribe. Kelly was still helplessly silent but her face had gone bright red and she felt like she was going to pass out. Finally, Sarah relented. With a word --- "Release." --- Kelly realized she could move and speak again. She was utterly exhausted, though, and collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
"I'm going to leave you for now to contemplate things until our first session. You can go back to doing whatever you want to do until then, and I'll summon you when I'm ready."
Kelly could only lay breathlessly panting on the floor as Sarah simply vanished. She realized to her great annoyance that Sarah had never turned off the intense itching in her butthole and that she had no idea how to get it to stop.
Chapter 2. Getting to Know You
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Kelly tried to get back to her routine. She could almost believe it had all been a bad dream, aside from the interminable itching that still tormented her. She had made it through her concert, although shifting uncomfortably throughout. Knowing no one there was real made it somewhat less embarrassing to be trying to sneak opportunities to scratch her ass on stage in front of a hundred thousand fans. She probably would have scratched her skin off, except that it was impossible to hurt yourself in Heaven.
She still had some doubt about what Sarah had told her and tried to talk to some of the people around her that she thought were her friends. It indeed became clear that they weren't quite all there. They looked and responded like the people she thought she knew, although she realized that Sarah was right that she didn't really know any of them well enough to put that to the test. And yet when she tried to tell anyone about Sarah and ask for help, it was as if the information simply could not register in their minds. She would explain what was happening to her and by the time the sentence was out of her mouth they would simply forget what she had said. When she tried to call anyone in the real world for help, it was just the same. Anyone she could get ahold of seemed to be merely an AI replica of the real thing. And it seemed to be part of the programming of all of the artificial people in this pocket world that they were simply incapable of knowing about Sarah or what she had in store for Kelly.
After the concert, Kelly decided on something more private to take her mind off things, a pastime of volcano climbing she had picked up in Heaven. It was helping, although there was something surreal about relaxing into a lava pool like it was a hot tub as she had often done before and realizing the only discomfort she felt was that same infernal itch she couldn't get rid of. The annoyance did start to recede as she became accustomed to the itching and could start to tune it out. She idly wondered if perhaps Sarah had been correct that her mind needed some little annoyances to adapt to. Still, when the itch suddenly vanished, she was overwhelmed with a sense of relief she hadn't known in ages: the once mundane pleasure of an annoying itch that's been thoroughly scratched.
The relief was short-lived, though, as Kelly saw her surroundings fade around her and be replaced with some sort of non-descript room with walls, floor, and ceiling all of white tile. Sarah stood there, this time dressed in white lab scrubs. Kelly realized to her horror that she was naked and immediately moved to cover herself. Within seconds, though, an invisible force seized her, lifted her off the ground, and positioned her in the air. Her body was moved parallel to the ground facing downward, with her arms held out in front of her and her legs spread behind her, knees and elbows slightly bent. It gave her the appearance that she was swimming through the air, except that she once again found herself utterly immobile from the neck down. She tried mightily to get out of this exposed position, but could only hang there in the air. This time, at least, Sarah had left her her voice.
"Let me go!" Kelly said, trying to put some authority into her voice. "I know this isn't legal. You're going to get in big trouble for this. But let me go now and I won't tell anyone. I'll just go about my business and you go about yours and no one ever needs to find out."
"Oh, don't worry," said Sarah pleasantly, ignoring the threat. "We're going to go easy this time. For today, I just need to get to know you better to plan for our future sessions."
Sarah ran her fingertips lightly over Kelly's lower back as she lay suspended in the air. It wasn't a particularly ticklish spot but still raised goosebumps on her skin.
"Back in the real world, I've pulled up a detailed profile of your brain scans to show me in real time exactly how you're feeling and reacting to everything I do. I can see you're nervous, but there's nothing to be afraid of. I just need to map out your body and find your ticklish hot spots. I need to know what kind of stimulus to place and where to heighten your brain activity in exactly the ways I need."
As she spoke, she traced fingertips lightly over different parts of Kelly's anatomy.
"Does this make you squirm?" she asked, stroking Kelly's shoulder. "No, I didn't think so."
"How about here?" Sarah asked, dancing a few fingers along Kelly's bicep. "That gets a little reaction."
"And here?" she said lightly dancing the fingers of both hands over Kelly's exposed neck. Kelly couldn't help giggling as she was particularly sensitive there. "Oh, that's a nice one."
"And how about here?" Sarah asked, reaching under Kelly and spidering her fingers over her taught belly. Kelly instantly broke out in guffaws. Sarah lingered there for a long while. "Oh, we're going to be spending some time here."
"Cut it out!" Kelly squeaked out between labored breaths.
Sarah withdrew her fingers and stepped back as Kelly got her breath. For a brief while Kelly had hope that Sarah was going to back off. But then, with a gesture, Sarah conjured a small, wheeled cart next to Kelly topped with a strange assortment of implements: various sizes and stiffnesses of feathers, brushes large and small, a Wartenberg wheel, assorted unidentifiable lotions and oils, a tray of ice cubes, and various other devices Kelly couldn't even identify.
"I could do this the manual way all day, but we are going to need to be a bit more systematic I'm afraid," Sarah said as she positioned the cart and paused to consider where to start.
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Sarah moved down to Kelly's outstretched feet and selected a soft feather to start with. As Sarah lightly dusted the heel of Kelly's right foot, Kelly fought to hold in laughter. She barely kept it in as the feather moved slowly up her foot, finally losing the battle as Sarah dusted the bases of her toes one by one. Kelly let out a stream of giggles that kept up as Sarah continued to feather first the right foot and then the left in the same way, with clinical precision. She set down the feather and picked up a somewhat sturdier brush, repeating the same slow progress from heel to toes. Kelly was now openly laughing.
"Interesting," Sarah said in a detached voice, like she was observing a specimen in a lab. "According to your brain readings, you're responding very nicely to the tickling. You're not only feeling very ticklish, you're also becoming sexually aroused by this."
This wasn't news to Kelly, but she still blushed furiously at Sarah pointing it out.
"No!" Kelly tried to protest between giggles. "I am not!"
"Oh, Kelly," Sarah said with amusement as she continued the slow path of tickling. "You've got no secrets from me. I can see the arousal centers in your brain lighting up like a Christmas tree. Let's try something else."
She put down the brush and picked up a sharp pronged object like a garden fork and started repeating the excruciating path over Kelly soles. In an instant Kelly was howling and unable to get out another coherent word.
"As I suspected," Sarah said while Kelly gasped for breaths between laughs. "Increasing the intensity of the tickling increases the arousal as well."
Sarah stopped the tickling, leaving Kelly panting for air. Her reprieve was short, though, as Sarah flipped a switch on the base of the fork and set it vibrating. She once again resumed the minute exploration of Kelly's soles.
"Oh fuck!" Kelly yelled at the first touch, ready to jump out of her skin. She had never felt anything tickle that much. She was soon reduced to silent laughter.
"This is really incredible," Sarah mused as she contemplated the brain scan that was visible only to her. "If I keep this up long enough, you're going to reach orgasm just from foot tickling. I'm really curious how you'll respond when we move to more... extreme... measures."
Kelly, meanwhile was simply going out of her mind, far too consumed by the overwhelming tickling to think about anything else. When Sarah finally finished with her feet, Kelly sagged in her invisible bonds, hot and bothered but too spent even to beg.
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Sarah moved on from there on a slow path around Kelly's outstretched frame, revealing one tickle spot after another. The backs of Kelly's knees were fiendishly feather ticklish. Above them responded to playful squeezes. One fingertip lightly scratching the crease between her leg and butt made her howl. Pretty much any implement Sarah tested on Kelly's inner thighs seemed to drive her wild. And the exploration of Kelly's body continued, one tedious bit of anatomy after another. Not everything was crazy ticklish, but there wasn't an inch of bare skin that wasn't covered with fingers, feathers, brushes, and beyond until Kelly felt like she would pass out. Some tickle spots were no surprise to Kelly or Sarah. Sarah spent a long time exploring Kelly's armpits while Kelly was helplessly seized with silent laughter, desperately trying to close her immovable arms. But Kelly had no idea until then how many random little nooks and crannies on her body could, with the right kind of touch, make her feel like jumping out of her own skin. Her neck, her ears, the palms of her hands --- Kelly lost count of how many tickle spots Sarah discovered. Sarah, however, was carefully noting everything.
When Sarah stepped away and left Kelly sagging in the air, Kelly thought she had to be done with her at long last. With her body's awkward position, she couldn't see where Sarah went, only vaguely sense that she was somewhere behind her. Kelly was shocked out of her complacency by a single fingernail tickling her asshole, ripping another bloodcurdling shriek from her. That fingernail was soon replaced by a soft feather, then a stiff one, a calligraphy brush, a stiff vibrating wire, and toy after toy each driving her out of her mind. Afterwards, the same tools one after another played along her perineum, sending her into silent laughter. It seemed like Sarah spent an eternity on that one little patch of skin until Kelly thought she couldn't possibly take any more.
When Sarah was done there, she grasped Kelly by an arm and simply rotated her in midair until she was now facing the ceiling. Kelly didn't know what was coming but tried to catch her breath enough to plead for mercy. Before she could get a word out, Sarah had moved up her torso, taken a soft plume in each hand, and was delicately teasing Sarah's rock-hard nipples.
One of the little secrets about Heaven is that the designers had been deeply worried in the early days that it would descend into a non-stop orgy if people were put in a world of no consequences and no physical limits. To control that, all inhabitants were chemically treated to suppress their libidos and the computer interfaces to the nerve pathways that would normally respond to sexual stimuli were suppressed. It was possible to have sex in Heaven and even to get off, but no one particularly wanted to. And those who tried found it so unsatisfying that they soon left the very idea of sex behind. Kelly, like most denizens, had experimented a bit but soon gave up on having any sort of sex life. Like most, she told herself she just had more interesting things to do, never knowing how she had been manipulated by Heaven's design. Sarah, though, had suspected that suppressing the sex drive was only contributing to the mental problems she was trying to solve and had turned off those manipulations for Kelly. Kelly's libido had come roaring back along with her ability to act on it, and at that moment it was insistently reminding her that she hadn't gotten off or even been touched sexually for years.
The light touch of the plumes on her sensitive nipples was enough of a break from the more intense tickling to let Sarah bring her heaving laughter back down to soft giggles. But it was driving her wild with lust. Soon those plumes were replaced with more devastating tools all over her breasts, showing Kelly just how incredibly ticklish they could be. Throughout it all, her libido was building up to a fever pitch. When Sarah finally moved on from her breasts, Kelly was utterly breathless but at the same time as horny as she could ever remember. Humiliatingly for her, Kelly knew that Sarah was aware of exactly how turned on she was. Sarah had indeed been paying close attention to the signs of sexual arousal in Kelly's brain scans. She had brought Kelly as close to the line as she could, watching an orgasm building in Kelly's brain again and again but pulling back each time just before it could crest.
Some less punishing tickling along Kelly's collarbones and down her abdomen let her cool down a bit, even as Sarah revealed even more tickle hot spots on Kelly's belly, hips, and thighs. Soon, Kelly found herself a momentary chance to catch her breath as she watched Sarah step between her legs and wheel the cart of tools to position it in front of Sarah's exposed vulva.
"Please," Kelly gasped. "No more. I can't take any more."
Sarah gave no indication she had even heard Kelly, seemingly focused only on the task at hand. She selected a small brush and set to work. Kelly let out an ear-piercing shriek as she discovered how ticklish her pussy was. It was by far her worst tickle spot. The sounds she made were inhuman as Sarah explored her folds with instrument after instrument, hard and soft, fast and slow, outside and inside. Sarah was still carefully holding back from pushing Sarah over the brink, keeping her right on the edge of her first orgasm in years. She finally decided it was time, selecting a devastatingly ticklish vibrating wire and bringing it to Kelly's clit. The intensity of the tickling was beyond anything Kelly could even conceive, and so was the orgasm it almost instantly ripped out of her. She had no idea it was possible to experience such pleasure and such ticklish torture in the same moment, or that she could possibly survive more than a second of it. Yet Sarah somehow knew how to drag out both feelings for what seemed an eternity.
"Oh my," said Sarah when Kelly at long last finally came down. "Orgasm can radically alter a person's sensitivity. And that looked like quite an orgasm. We can't pass up a chance to see how this changes your readings. We're going to have to start all over..."
Kelly would have screamed if she had an ounce of energy left with which to do it.
Chapter 3. Life with Sarah
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Back in the real world, Sarah was feeling flustered and embarrassed. She had just gotten out of being berated by her manager for falling behind on her work. She was a gifted bioengineer, but in the Heaven bureaucracy she was basically a low-level IT worker. Seniority and a gift for troubleshooting had given her a certain degree of autonomy. But she had always been lacking in people skills and so had remained stuck at the bottom of the org chart. Her coworkers respected her abilities, within limits, but they didn’t particularly like her and no one saw her as leadership material. She had been hoping to get her manager’s time for ages to try once again to discuss the mental breakdown epidemic and explain her theories for how to stop it. But when she finally managed to get an appointment, he used practically their entire time together to dress her down for underperforming. She tried to stammer out explanations and apologies, but couldn’t get a word in edgewise. In reality, she had been spending too much of her time recently putting the pieces in place to get Kelly to herself and so was neglecting her real work. She quietly reminded herself that she was going to have to be more careful. If she found herself demoted or transferred, everything could be lost. She tried once more to raise her theories to her manager. It wasn’t a good time, while he was clearly angry and disappointed with her, but Sarah had never been skilled at reading social cues. He cut her off mid-sentence. “Above your pay grade,” was all he responded before curtly dismissing her.
Heading back to her little office in frustration, Sarah mused about Kelly. She had looked deeply into Kelly’s background from before her accident. The real Kelly was everything Sarah dreamed of being: the bold, uber-confident free spirit Sarah was definitely not. Plus, Sarah couldn't deny that Kelly was very hot. Not that Sarah was any slouch in the looks department --- she could surely find any number of guys willing to come back home with her, if she swung that way, although she doubted they would still be there in the morning. But Sarah couldn't muster the personal magnetism of a superwoman like Kelly. She never knew how to make a connection on any deeper level. She imagined how it would have gone if she had met Kelly in the real world before her accident. Sarah would be too tongue-tied to even talk to a woman like that. It was funny, then, how fate had put them together and made them partners in Sarah’s grand project to save Heaven. Not quite equal partners, to be sure, but Sarah was certain they would make a great team.
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Kelly, on the other hand, looked at her future with Sarah with nothing but dread. She realized she was trapped and that this was the beginning of a hellish new life for her. She had never been one to let anything hold her back, though, and so she tried her best to compartmentalize it and live the best life she could. She was determined not to let Sarah steal away her time in paradise, and if anything redoubled her efforts to experience all the wonders that Heaven had to offer. But she learned quickly that Sarah could, and would, rob her of her freedom and put her through hell whenever and however she chose. And there was seemingly nothing Kelly could do about it. Every day was a new session where Kelly would find herself unwillingly yanked out of whatever she was doing into whatever fresh torment Sarah had in store for her.
There was some consistency day to day. Kelly would always find herself vulnerable and defenseless as Sarah used her detailed knowledge of Kelly's weak points to tickle the crap out of her until she was a begging, babbling, wreck. Sarah did like to switch it up a bit, to make it less monotonous for Kelly she insisted. Some days Kelly would find herself physically frozen as in her first sessions and contorted in ways that would leave her humiliated and completely vulnerable to Sarah's attacks. Sarah might find herself curled into a pretzel, bent over grabbing her ankles, or standing on one leg with the other stretched up like a ballerina. Other times, Sarah would play with more conventional bondage. Sarah could find herself stretched out on a rack or an X-frame, locked to a gynecologist's chair with her legs spread and her arms cuffed above her head, or mummified head to toe with only her worst tickle spots exposed. Sometimes Sarah let her laugh and beg, while other times she might be rendered silent though a physical gag or just the infernal magic of the pocket world Sarah had built for her.
When she had a chance to plead, Kelly would try to persuade Sarah that this was wrong, that she was going to get caught, that she had no right to do this. Kelly's pleas always fell on deaf ears. If Sarah acknowledged her begging at all, it was to remind Kelly that this was for the greater good; Kelly's sacrifice would save lives and she just had to go along with it. Kelly tried to reason with Sarah --- she can't seriously expect everyone in Heaven to put up with being tickle tortured every day, even if it was for their own good. But, as Sarah explained, she needed to push Kelly to the limit to gather evidence. Once she had her proof, most people would need only more mild unpleasantness introduced to their lives to keep them sane. Right now, though, she couldn't wait years to see the changes in brain structure and activity that would prove her treatments were working. She needed Kelly to experience a higher-than-normal level of distress --- much higher --- and had concluded that for Kelly, tickle torture was the perfect vehicle.
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Sarah was troubled, though. As the days and weeks went by, she was seeing effects in Kelly's neural anatomy, but not fast enough for it to be definitive proof. And so, she reserved a portion of her time each session to experiment with how to make the experience more potent. Many days, she would pick just one of Kelly's hot spots and spend an extra hour or so trying to find new ways to enhance the experience. Kelly might find herself in a straitjacket with her tits hanging out so Sarah could spend an hour just experimenting with new ways to tickle her breasts. Or encased in a box with just her immobilized feet sticking out so Sarah could spend another hour trying out whatever devious new tickle tools might bring new heights of tickle torture to Kelly's soles. Sometimes it was a whole session just on her ears, her neck, the roof of her mouth, or one little hellishly sensitive patch of skin Sarah had discovered on her belly. Sarah rarely broke her detached clinical demeanor, but Kelly could still sense how she delighted Sarah was to show her the many ways she could be completely broken with tickling. Kelly liked to think of herself as tough, but could not deny the utter helplessness and humiliation she felt when Sarah demonstrated, for instance, that she could reduce Kelly to a quivering mass of jelly with just one fingernail in an ear.
Other days, Sarah experimented with combining other stimuli with tickling. She would push a few buttons on a console and Kelly would find herself instantly taken by intense itching in her feet and pussy. Then, as Kelly started screaming, Sarah would get back to working her over with the tickling of a lifetime. Or, she would set up Sarah with some kind of predicament where she had to choose tickling or other forms of unpleasantness. Sarah might find herself with her arms bound above her head and linked back to her breasts by a series of chains and pullies so she could lower her arms only by painfully tugging on her sensitive nipples. Then Sarah would subject Kelly to a merciless armpit tickling. Or she might set it up so Kelly was bent over a barrel with her butt cheeks spread and could clench them only at the cost of a painful electric shock to her clit, then set to work with a stiff feather tickling Kelly's puckered asshole until she was completely broken. Kelly never knew quite what to expect, only that she would absolutely hate it.
Kelly soon discovered that Sarah particularly loved combining tickling with unbearable edging. Sarah had complete control over Kelly's ability to orgasm as well as many tools to take her to the edge. Tickling combined with intense sexual stimulation became the norm. Kelly might have to put up with Sarah working over her bound feet for an hour while a torturous suction vibrator relentlessly worked her clit, all the while physically unable to get over the edge to orgasm. Sarah did seem to enjoy "rewarding" Kelly eventually with allowing those pent-up orgasms to take her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, although as often as not that was just a prelude to even more terrible post-orgasm tickling.
Still, Sarah was never satisfied. She'd tell Kelly gleefully that she was showing progress, indications that the damage in her brain scans was slowing or reversing. But it wasn't fast enough and so she, or really Kelly, just needed to push harder, sacrifice more, and take things to a higher level.
Chapter 4. New Toys
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"We're making so much progress," Sarah again said matter-of-factly as Kelly sagged limply in her bondage after a brutal armpit tickling. "But it's still not fast enough. So I'm afraid we're going to need to try some new approaches."
Kelly didn't have the strength to protest, but she had learned that anything new Sarah came up with was something Kelly would regret.
"As you know," Sarah continued, "we do try to keep experiences in Heaven realistic. You might be able to go to places that can't exist in the real world, but you experience them like you would have in your natural body. The designers were worried about the psychological toll of human minds experiencing a world that was too unreal."
Kelly didn't know what Sarah was getting at, but was growing increasingly alarmed as she talked.
"I'm afraid we're going to need to start bending the rules a bit more to get the effects we need. And one of the ways we can do that is by taking advantage of the fact that we have direct access to your nervous system to create some, let's just say, impossible toys."
Sarah picked up a device that looked something like a closed cigarette lighter with a bunch of small buttons on it.
"This is something I've conjured up that I call a sensation box," she continued. "I just program in a sensation and an intensity and when I touch it to you, you feel what I want you to feel. Let me demonstrate."
Sarah punched some of the buttons and moved the device to Kelly's body. Kelly tensed up, expecting the worst as Sarah reached it out to Kelly's bare breast.
"Please..." Kelly croaked hoarsely.
Sarah pushed the device into Sarah's left nipple and Kelly almost cried with relief when it was just a feeling of some pleasant warmth. She withdrew the device, pushed some more buttons, and pressed it to Sarah's right nipple. Kelly gasped as she felt the sensation of ice coldness engulf her nipple, instantly stiffening it, before Sarah withdrew the device again.
"Of course, it has other intended uses," Sarah said, pushing a few more buttons.
When she returned the device to Sarah's left nipple, Kelly screamed as she felt the sensation of thousands of tiny tickling tendrils stroking the nipple into an impossibly intense level of tickling. Sarah kept it pressed there for ten more seconds, with Sarah screaming at the top of her lungs before withdrawing it.
"Of course, it doesn't necessarily need to feel like anything in the real world," Sarah said, pushing a few more buttons. "I can, for example, just set it to tell your nerves to be as tickled as it is possible for them to feel."
She pushed the device back to Sarah's other nipple and she practically passed out as the tickling beyond anything she had felt before overwhelmed her helpless nipple. Ten more seconds of this as Kelly mouthed a silent scream left her a sobbing wreck.
"Of course, it doesn't have to be unpleasant," Sarah said, once more pushing some buttons and returning the device to the other nipple. Kelly gasped as the most intense sexual sensation she could imagine engulfed the defenseless nipple. It left the best tonguing she had ever experienced utterly in the dust. She would have cum instantly if she had been allowed to. Instead, she could only hang on the precipice in helpless need and ecstasy.
"Enough demonstration," Sarah said, withdrawing the device. She produced another of the sensation boxes and made some adjustments to each. "Let's get to work."
As she pressed the devices to Kelly's body, each now set to produce unimaginable ticklishness and sexual stimulation simultaneously, Kelly shuddered practically in a seizure. By the time Sarah was done working her over an hour later, Kelly was utterly exhausted and unable to form a coherent thought. Sarah decided to end the session by giving Kelly back her ability to climax, pressing one of the devices directly into her clit, and holding it there through a series of laughing, screaming orgasms until Kelly had collapsed into unconsciousness.
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The sensation boxes remained perhaps the most terrifying tool in Sarah's arsenal, but she wasn't done. Realizing she couldn't control more than two hands at a time, she had modified the box into the sensation pad: a sticky pad she could attach to any part of Kelly's body and program to any sensation she choose. Sarah herself could add or remove these devices with ease, but for Kelly they were impossible to dislodge. Of course, she did not really need the pads --- she could just program Kelly to feel whatever she chose --- but she found a device to focus on somehow made the experience and the psychological pressure behind it more real for Kelly. Sarah could stick pads to the soles of Kelly's feet and set them to intense tickling and watch her dance around like she was on fire. Or put one in each armpit and let her go about her day only to trigger her into helpless fits of silent laughter at will.
Sarah particularly loved putting a pad over Kelly's clit to make sure she was fully tickled and stimulated as she worked over other parts of her body. She delighted in making Kelly feel her snatch was covered in countless microscopic ticklish tendrils, being crawled over by thousands of tickly insect legs, or just turned up to feel as much tickling as it was possible to feel, as she manually worked over Kelly's feet or armpits. She could even place them internally to try to enhance the experience: a pad in her mouth giving her the perfect French kiss, up her rectum to give her a deep anal tonguing, or on her G-spot in her endless quest to find ways to drive Kelly wilder or make her eventual explosive climaxes even more intense. Sometimes Sarah would just place dozens of pads strategically along Kelly's anatomy and let them do all the work while Sarah stood by and watched. She didn't even need to rely on bondage, as Kelly couldn't remove the pads and would quickly collapse into a ball of helpless ticklish agony when they were used to their full potential. She could even leave them on when Sarah wasn't with her. She had great fun, for example, slapping a pad on Kelly's pussy and setting it to give her the sensation of soft feathers teasing her lips and clit, then sending her back to carry on with her normal life until she was summoned back for her session the next day horny out of her mind and begging Sarah to let her to get off. As much as Kelly had grown to hate Sarah, she hated more than anything that Sarah could make her body long for their sessions together and the chance at release they offered.
Chapter 5. A Little Help from Her Friends
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Every day seemed to bring Kelly some new horror out of Sarah's imagination. Sarah insisted it was all in furtherance of her great cause of saving the citizens of Heaven from their inevitable mental decline. Kelly, though, could see how much Sarah was enjoying coming up with creative new ways to make her experience more intense. She didn't buy that Sarah was being motivated by anything noble. Still, she had learned that Sarah would not hear otherwise, and that she was talking to a wall trying to convince Sarah that her motives were anything less than pure and wholly justified.
Sarah's latest innovation was a cast of AI-driven "helpers" to assist in making Kelly's sessions more memorable. She had realized she could use a helping hand in the more intense sessions and had started with a fairly generic AI assistant, lacking name or personality, who could follow simple commands. She soon decided, though, that Kelly would find it more entertaining if these assistants were more lifelike and individualized. Before long, there was Candi, the perky blond cheerleader; Eve, the sultry seductress; Inga, the cruel dominatrix, and a whole case of others who might be waiting for Kelly when she was summoned to her daily tickling sessions. Sarah delighted in how much of a difference a few helping hands could make in bringing Kelly to a more intense physical and emotional experience.
In one memorable session, Sarah had Kelly locked in a modified gynecological chair with her arms suspended above her. She had conjured an Inga ruthlessly tormenting each foot, an Eve standing behind Kelly lightly scratching her pits while nibbling on her neck and ears, a Candi on each side of her torso tickling and licking a breast, and Sarah herself camped between Kelly's legs and meticulously working her spread pussy, while Kelly helplessly laughed and came. In other sessions, Sarah would just stand by and watch while a host of her characters ruthlessly gang tickled an immobilized Kelly. And the possibilities were endless for testing different role play scenarios to see what best provoked Kelly into the right state of heightened emotion. How would she respond to being tickle tortured by a sadistic prison guard, a duo of naughty nurses, or a romantic rival? As Kelly's sessions went on and on, Sarah had the opportunity to try try them all.
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It did occur to Sarah that she could expand Kelly's treatment by delegating more to these AI helpers. She tried giving Kelly to an Inga for a weekend while Sarah herself was busy dealing with some personal matters. Yet Sarah found it provoked in her a terrible anxiety knowing that this artificial construct was playing with Kelly without her. Her anxiety was confirmed when she was pulled out of a meeting by an urgent alarm on her phone warning her that Kelly's vital signs were reaching the danger zone. Making vague excuses, she tore herself away and rushed to get to a private office where she could log into the system and check on Kelly. By the time she did, Kelly was practically seizing. She immediately freed Kelly and shut down the Inga before it was too late and brought Kelly back to a comfortable bed to care for her.
From Sarah's purely mercenary perspective, this was a near disaster. Aside from the potential for losing her precious test subject, Sarah knew she had very nearly been discovered. She could make Kelly her own personal project, but there were other minders and safety protocols taking care of the physical bodies of everyone plugged into Heaven. If Kelly had gone into a full seizure, it would have triggered safety checks and inquiries that would undoubtedly have led to Sarah's little side project being discovered. That would not just end Sarah's experiment but almost certainly end up with her in prison. Her only hope of reprieve would be that the system would look the other way in gratitude for solving the mental breakdown problem. But to do that, she had to have irrefutable proof first, through Kelly, that she had the solution.
Sarah was aware, though, as she looked down on the now unconscious Kelly, that she was feeling more than just worry about losing her experiment and personally getting punished. She thought of herself as a very practical person. She told herself that her work with Kelly was a necessity in service of the greater good. But her heart was telling her something more. She was angry because Kelly was hers and no one else's to toy with, not even an AI construct that was Sarah's own puppet. In the real world, Sarah had always been a shy, awkward woman. Her "practical" nature made it hard for her to get close to others. In this little pocket of Heaven, though, Sarah was God --- or more specifically Kelly's God. And she realized that she was a jealous God. As she tenderly stroked the head of the unconscious Kelly, Sarah made a vow that she would never leave Kelly alone with one her helpers again.
Chapter 6. Too Much is Never Enough
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Kelly knew by that point that she was helpless in Sarah's grasp, but she was also discovering something she thought she had lost in her time in Heaven: the inner strength that she had held in her real life. Her life before Heaven hadn't always been easy and her achievements there, unlike those in Heaven, required true fortitude. She had been hurt before her final terrible accident but always got back up. She could recall struggling when she felt like there wasn't an ounce of strength left, to scale a treacherous mountain peak or to keep swimming a seemingly impassable channel when it felt like she had nothing left to give. She had faced real danger before, when there was actual risk of death, and pushed through it. For all the incredible adventure Heaven had to offer, there had always been the awareness that there was no real risk and no real hardship, never a need to dig deep to find an inner core of strength. She had gone soft. But dealing with Sarah was letting her rediscover her power. Even if it was just to bear the unbearable and to refuse to collapse in despair, Kelly was pleasantly surprised to learn that she could still summon that inner mettle when she needed it. Although she hated that she had that sick pervert Sarah to thank for it.
Sarah always seemed to have some new horror ready to push her a little further, though, and Kelly could not help feeling true fear when Sarah seemed most excited. And so, she felt that fear rising when she was pulled out of her life to find herself stripped and chained up in another of Sarah's virtual dungeons, Sarah fixing her with a serious stare. Kelly's feet were anchored to the floor about two feet apart and her arms stretched by chains to the ceiling into an X pose, tight enough that she had no slack to move even an inch.
"Hello Kelly," Sarah began. "I know I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but for all the progress we're making, it still just isn't enough. I need iron-clad proof to go to my superiors and we just aren't there. There's a line I've been really reluctant to cross, but I can see it's going to be necessary."
"Please, Sarah," Kelly pleaded. "You keep telling me there's progress. Just go to your superiors and show them. I'm sure they'll believe you now. After all of this, after all you've put me through, how could you possibly need more?"
"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly..." Sarah tutted, "I know this hasn't been easy on you. But I can't risk them saying I don't have real proof and shutting all of this down."
"Just stop!" Kelly yelled, growing increasingly desperate. "You can't keep doing this! If you haven't got the proof you need by now, you've got to accept that you aren't going to get it. At this point, you're just torturing..."
"Hush." Sarah said simply and Kelly's voice was silenced. Kelly fixed Sarah with an angry stare while silently screaming her head off.
"I'm sorry, Kelly," Sarah said simply, "but this isn't open to debate. We're just going to have to take things to the next level. As you no doubt know, Heaven has some fairly strict rules on body modification. Everyone perfects their body to a degree here, but within boundaries. If a woman wants a giant rack or a man wants a monster cock, hell, if a woman wants a monster cock, that's their business. But everyone has to remain basically human and basically experience the world the same way a human being would. The original designers were too worried about how the human mind might break if people could just go wild with changes. Pretty much everyone here is fit and beautiful but no one has super powers or can choose to be a giant, or a dog, or have six arms, or whatever. Do you see what I'm getting at?"
Kelly could only shake her head angrily, unable to make any other reply.
"Those rules don't apply here in your personal pocket Heaven, but I've been hoping we could stick by them. I can see, though, that we have to think more outside the box. Let's start simple, shall we?"
Sarah brought forth a console and entered some commands. Kelly didn't know what Sarah had done but she was certain it wasn't good.
"The simplest adjustments we can make are to your perception," Sarah continued. She walked around behind Kelly, while Kelly shook in trepidation. Sarah brought her hands into Kelly's armpits and gave her a light tickle. Kelly's eyes practically bugged out of her head at how intense the tickling had been.
"I've adjusted the inputs to your sensory system to make you ten times as ticklish as you were before," Sarah said, continuing the assault on Kelly's armpits while she went out of her mind. She finally stopped, leaving Kelly collapsing limp in her bondage.
"That's not all I've changed, though," she continued. Sarah reached around Kelly's front and pinched a nipple. The pleasure was through the roof and sent Kelly instantly into an intense orgasm. Kelly could only roll her head back in a silent scream as Sarah kept rolling the nipple between her fingers and drawing out the orgasm for another minute. When she finally let go, Sarah once again collapsed, utterly spent.
"That's not all we can do, though," Sarah said, calling forth another console and making some more adjustments. She produced a lit match from seemingly nowhere and held it up to Kelly's eyes before slowly lowering it to her pussy. Kelly trembled with what little strength she had left, fearing the pain she was about to experience. When Kelly held the flame to her clit, she was shocked to find herself tickled out of her mind again.
"Imagination is the only limit," Sarah said simply as she held the small flame on Kelly's pussy keeping her in tickling agony. "I can make you perceive pain as tickling, cold as itching, a soft touch as a painful slap. I can make it so the feel of sunlight on your skin tickles you out of your mind, so the taste of strawberries makes you cum, whatever I want."
Sarah pushed a few more buttons on the console, resetting Kelly to her normal perceptions aside from the heightened ticklishness.
"But we can play with so much more than perception, here," Sarah continued, with a little more typing on the console. Immediately, Kelly felt a long forgotten sensation: a full bladder. Heaven had done away with the need for bodily functions and Kelly hadn't even given a second thought to the fact that she hadn't felt an urge to go to the bathroom since her accident. Suddenly, though, she felt a very urgent need to pee.
"I know it's a little undignified to piss yourself in front of someone else," Sarah continued, "but do you really think you have any dignity left around me?"
Kelly tried mightily to hold it in and might have succeeded until Sarah brought her fingers back into Kelly's pits and gave them a solid tickling. With her ticklishness still heightened, she immediately lost the fight and felt her bladder emptying despite her best effort. After all she had been through, she was still humiliated to lose control like this at Sarah's touch. More shockingly, though, she realized that she couldn't stop. No matter how much she released, her bladder was still painfully full and she couldn't keep it in as long as the damnable tickling continued. Sarah eventually stopped and tapped some more on the console and Kelly felt the pressure on her bladder ease.
"You don't have to feel so bad about pissing yourself like a little baby," Sarah said with a grin. "I have made some other modifications so your pee here is odorless and evaporates in under a minute. We'll have more fun with that later, but for now let's continue the demonstration."
Sarah pushed a few more buttons and Kelly immediately felt the strangest sensation in her chest. She watched in horror as her breasts grew to the size of watermelons and her nipples to the size of dinner plates, then watched in even greater horror as Sarah proceeded to tickle her giant and apparently very sensitive knockers until she couldn't breathe. A few more button pushes and her breasts shrank back to their normal size, much to Kelly's relief, only for her clit to swell out of its hood and grow to the size of a cucumber. Kelly gasped as Sarah grasped her swollen gland in one hand then proceeded to produce a feather duster and tickle her giant clit until she felt like she would pass out. A few more button pushes and her body once again returned to normal.
Sarah once again typed on her console, the fear rising in Kelly's chest as she waited for what new terror Sarah had in store for her. Sarah held her hand out, palm up, in front of Kelly's eyes. She wasn't sure what she was seeing as some weird fleshy growth appeared in Sarah's hand. It took her about ten seconds of staring at it to realize she was looking at her own pussy. She stared down in shock and could see that there was now nothing between her legs. Sarah blew a soft breath over the weirdly detached vulva sitting in her palm and Kelly shuddered as she felt that breath on her sensitive lower lips. As Sarah reached to the pussy with the fingernails of her other hand, Kelly madly shook her head trying to mouth the word "No!" When the fingernails touched the pussy in her hand, Kelly felt every ticklish scrape with the amplified ticklishness with which Sarah had cursed her. She silently screamed as Sarah tickled that pussy until Kelly felt like she would burst.
Sarah withdrew to take a seat about ten feet from Kelly. A few more taps on the console and Sarah had Kelly's ability to orgasm enabled and her sexual sensitivity through the roof. Producing a small brush, she teased the clit in her palm into an explosive orgasm as Kelly watched in horror at her pussy being manipulated from across the room. Sarah didn't stop until Kelly had cum five more times and was utterly broken by the tickling and ecstasy. Finally, she relented and with a few more keystrokes restored Kelly's body to its normal state, the pussy vanishing from her hand and reappearing between Kelly's legs.
"I hope you can appreciate this little demonstration, Kelly," Sarah said as the wreck of a woman shook uncontrollably in her bonds. "I'm sorry to say the kid gloves have come off. We will do what needs to be done here, no matter how hard it turns out to be."
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Once she had made the decision to abandon the rules about bodily integrity, Sarah didn't look back. And that opened a whole new dimension of terror for Kelly. It was one thing to face impossibly cruel new tickle tortures every day, but another to know that even your own body and ability to perceive the world were someone else's to manipulate.
Chapter 7. Back in The Real World
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Kelly was barely holding on to her sanity at this point. She had given up on holding on to any dignity when Sarah played with her, each session holding some new terror from Sarah's apparently limitless imagination for cruelty. It made it even worse that Sarah could never admit that her goals were anything but noble and selfless. But even if Sarah could dominate her artificial body, Kelly was determined not to let Sarah break her heart and soul. Her one saving grace was that Sarah was an actual person in the real world and couldn't be with her all of the time. Kelly didn't know exactly what Sarah did when they weren't together, but it was clear she had a life to live and a job to do and that her time with Kelly was their little secret. Their sessions were the bits and pieces of time Sarah could slip away to play in private while making sure no one else around her realized what she was doing. That, at least, left Kelly most of the day to live the life she wanted, even if it was occasionally with some of Sarah's meddling.
Unfortunately for Kelly, though, Sarah had been thinking the same thing. She was troubled that she could only tear away a couple of hours a day with Kelly and was determined to find a solution.
When Kelly next found herself summoned for a session, she was naked as usual but uncharacteristically unbound. She had been transported to a simple windowless room, bare of any furniture or decoration except for a large monitor on the wall. Visible in the monitor was Sarah, sitting at an ordinary looking desk and dressed atypically in some plain jeans and a t-shirt. Kelly realized from the little imperfections in the scene that she was looking through a camera into the real world.
"Hi, Kelly," the real Sarah waved to her from inside the monitor. "You've probably guessed that this is the real me you're seeing, not the virtual avatar you've come to know."
Sarah was clearly recognizable to Kelly. She had not taken any real liberties in creating an avatar version of herself, aside from smoothing out a few minor imperfections. Seeing her in real life, though, she did seem a little more human. She could perceive little tics betraying weakness and uncertainty that were never apparent in avatar Sarah. Kelly could almost see this Sarah as an actual, vulnerable human being. She shook herself out of it, though, reminding herself that this was her tormentor.
"You and I have come so far," Sarah continued. "But I think I've figured out why we just aren't progressing as fast as we need to. You see, I just don't have enough time for you. You're in there and I'm out here in the real world where I just can't give you the attention you need. And to fix that, I kind of need you out here. Now I can't quite do that, but our virtual sessions have given me an idea for how I can get enough of you out here to get the job done."
Kelly didn't know where this was going, but knew it wasn't going to be good. The real Sarah opened a drawer on the desk and retrieved an object from it, producing it in the palm of her hand. Kelly was embarrassed to admit that since Sarah had gotten into playing with her bodily integrity, she had become intimately acquainted with what her pussy looked like when detached from her body. Somehow, real world Sarah was holding her pussy in the palm of her hand.
"How?" Kelly breathed in disbelief.
"Oh, it isn't quite the real deal," Sarah said with a laugh. "It's a 3D-printed replica. But it is a marvel of engineering. It feels just like the real thing," Sarah said, stroking the tuft of pubic hair she had left Kelly and parting the soft lips with a finger. "More importantly, it's brimming with an array of sensors, wirelessly linked to your own brain and able to mimic every nerve impulse of the real thing. And all I need to do is connect it like so."
Sarah flicked a little switch on the underside of the artificial vulva and Kelly could immediately feel something change. She could feel the warmth of Sarah's hand cupping her vulva from underneath and a cool breeze from a fan in Sarah's office blowing across it. She could feel the change between her legs as the pussy vanished from her own body, effectively replaced by the one in Sarah's palm out in the real world.
"Tell me that isn't cool," Sarah said with a laugh. Kelly, however, felt only horror, feeling nothing but smoothness between her legs like a Barbie doll while seeing her snatch in the palm of Sarah's hand in the real world through the viewscreen. She could no longer so much as touch herself in her world, while she was completely vulnerable to Sarah in the real world.
"I can't bring all of you out here," Sarah said. "But let's just say that me and your delightfully ticklish pussy are going to be spending a lot more time together."
Sarah spidered her fingernails over the artificial vulva and Kelly instantly broke down into giggles as the phantom sensation of her crotch being tickled overwhelmed her. She tried to cover herself where her crotch should be, but it did nothing to protect her. She tried to protest but couldn't catch her breath to get a word out. Sarah mercifully relented and Kelly collapsed to her knees panting for breath.
"It gets even better," Sarah cooed with a devious smile. In the viewscreen Kelly could see her turn over the little model to reveal a panoply of controls on the backside.
"If I want to make you more ticklish, it's just a turn of a dial," Sarah remarked twisting a little knob on the device sharply to the right. She flipped the device over again and resumed her spider tickling. Kelly felt like she was going to jump out of her skin as she instantly felt her like her crotch had become ten times as ticklish. She collapsed on the ground into a squirming mess. It seemed like an eternity before Sarah relented again.
"It's a lot more than that, too," Sarah remarked as she turned the device over again and fiddled with some more controls. "You might be wondering why you didn't cum from that. Well guess what? I can control that from out here, too."
Sarah flipped the device over in the palm of one hand and picked up a little brush in the other. Kelly watched in terror as Sarah lightly teased the artificial clit with the brush. With the softest touch, Kelly's eyes rolled back in her head as an overwhelming lust overtook her. Even while she was being tickled like crazy, she felt like she was on the precipice of the most intense orgasm of her life but just couldn't cross the threshold. She squirmed on the ground helplessly as Sarah continued teasing her clit and holding Kelly in that state of unimaginable need. After another eternity, she finally relented again, leaving Kelly breathless and desperately horny but unable to do a thing about it.
"One more switch of a button..." Sarah cooed, once again turning the little pussy over in her hand and flicking a switch before flipping it back up. She brought the brush back to the artificial clit and with one more stroke Kelly exploded into an utterly mindblowing climax. She screamed as the intense pleasure combined with the maddening tickling until she was hoarse, feeling like she had experienced a lifetime of pleasure in a minute. She was just coming down and catching her breath when Sarah brought the brush back to her clit and resumed lightly tickling it. In an instant, she was back in the throes of the orgasm, cumming her brains out through the intense tickling of her clit. She could not have said how long it lasted as Sarah kept up the tickling and held Kelly in the midst of that impossibly intense climax. Sarah finally finished and readjusted some of the dials while Kelly could only lie there in a panting, giggling mess.
"Now we don't need to confine ourselves to treating you during just a few sessions a day. I can continue your treatment any time I want. This is going to be a whole new level for our relationship."
Kelly could only lie there in the exhaustion and intense afterglow as a feeling of dread overtook her with Sarah's ominous words.
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Sarah was true to her word. Sarah still kept up her normal sessions with Kelly, when she could take the opportunity to tickle and tease the rest of her body into madness. But Kelly's detached pussy had become like a favorite toy that Sarah carried everywhere she went. It was a secret she couldn't let out, but that still left her many new opportunities to torment Kelly. Sarah could keep the little pussy in her purse and reach in for an surreptitious tickle while she stood in line at the grocery store. Sarah didn't wear makeup, but she had taken to carrying an assortment of makeup brushes in her purse just for the devastating effect they had on Kelly's snatch. She could take it out and idly feather the slit while she sat her on sofa watching TV in the evening, sending Kelly instantly into madness. Most of the time, she had it set to prevent Kelly from cumming, jolting her out of whatever she was doing to tickle and edge her into a frenzy, only to leave her a hot, horny mess with no way to give herself relief. Sometimes, she'd feel more merciful and bring Kelly off. During a particularly boring meeting at work, she could reach into her purse, turn Kelly's sensitivity through the roof, flip on her ability to orgasm, and idly tease her clit with a single fingernail for half an hour while Kelly back in Heaven felt her world explode in a seemingly endless ticklish orgasm.
From Kelly's point of view, it was a nightmare. She tried to enjoy her free time in what was supposed to be Heaven. But it was nerve racking knowing that at any time she might be reduced to a helpless giggling mess. Even worse, the frequent edging left her unimaginably horny, only to find the same insensitive smoothness every time her hand drifted down below to do something about it. She tried to enjoy her virtual world when she was free to do so, but it was becoming impossible. Even knowing all the people around her were artificial didn't keep her from feeling absolutely humiliated every time Sarah turned her into a breathless, giggling wreck while she was enjoying a dinner out or woke her with a screaming orgasm from what was supposed to be a relaxing nap on the beach.
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For Sarah, too, it was proving hard not to take liberties. She often took the little pussy out to play with while she lay in bed. She told herself this was for Kelly's benefit and necessary to the cause, but it was hard for Sarah to ignore the itch in her own pussy every time she toyed with Kelly's. The urge got the better of her one evening as she lay in bed with Kelly's pussy in her hand. She had set up a monitor beside her bed to let her watch Kelly in Heaven as she played. Sarah set the pussy beside her and idly teased Kelly's lips with one hand while she used the other hand to tease her own needy snatch. In Heaven, Kelly had been in bed herself and sleeping. The first light touches caused her to moan and giggle in her sleep, Sarah enjoying the helpless, goofy little smile it brought out on the sleeping beauty. She soon picked up the pace and Kelly was shook awake. "Oh God!" Kelly cried as she was instantly transported to hell as lust and intense tickling consumed her hyper-sensitized pussy, along with the familiar sensation of an impending gut-wrenching orgasm that couldn't quite get there. Sarah took her time, teasing both of their lips as she built herself up. She eventually moved to their clits, softly rubbing herself to a climax while she sent Kelly to new levels of torment. As she felt her own orgasm approach, Sarah reached underneath the artificial pussy to turn on Kelly's own ability to cum. In the instant Sarah's climax took her, she used a fingertip to give Kelly's clit one more tickle, sending Kelly into tickling ecstasy as an overwhelming orgasm consumed her. She kept Kelly at that peak as Sarah's own orgasm rocked her, watching Kelly writhe in ecstasy and ticklish torment through her own climax. Sarah finally released Kelly as she herself came down and settled into the afterglow. A part of Sarah's conscience told her it was wrong to make it so personal; her work with Kelly was for the cause, not for her own sexual gratification. But it felt so good that she knew she would be doing it again before long.
Sarah began to cross even bigger lines when she had Kelly in-person. She had started to indulge in touching herself during Kelly's sessions, sometimes manipulating Kelly herself with one hand while her other caressed her own soaking snatch, sometimes letting tickle pads or her AI helpers do the work while Sarah sat back and played with her own needy nipples and pussy. Her biggest breach came one day when she had Kelly bound to a chair and blindfolded. Sensation pads were brutally tickling Kelly's soles and armpits while Sarah had programmed her to be edged into a fever pitch by the feeling of thousands of immensely ticklish little insects dancing on her swollen clit. Sarah then made Kelly's nipples and tongue as sensitive as a clitoris and had an Eve sit on Kelly's lap, groping and making out with her while she was helpless with silent laughter. Sarah watched from the side, pleasing herself, but finally had too much. She pulled away the Eve and took its place on Kelly's lap, while tapping some controls to give Kelly back her ability to orgasm. Then Sarah went to town, deeply French kissing the blindfolded Kelly and kneading her tits while Kelly was driven to one laughing, screaming orgasm after another. "Who's going to know?" Sarah silently asked herself, feeling more happy and satisfied than she ever had in her life.
Chapter 8. Prison Break
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Kelly didn't know what was going through Sarah's head, but she knew that things were escalating out of control. She had become Sarah's 24/7 plaything and no matter how hard she tried to retain some shred of independence, she knew she couldn't take much more of this. She felt ready to give in to despair, to realize that she simply couldn't endure any more. But then she remembered the woman she had once been, the one who had never shied away from a challenge. She reminded herself that had once dragged herself down a mountain in a blizzard with a broken leg. She wasn't going to let this one evil witch break her.
But what ultimately proved the turning point for Kelly was a casual comment from Sarah one day, in the midst of one of their sessions: "For all the progress we've made, I think it's just not going to be compelling with only one case. If I can just get a few more test subjects like you, I think we'll have the evidence we need in no time." Knowing that Sarah was thinking about how to rope more innocent victims into her schemes was the final straw for Kelly. She decided in that moment that she wasn't going to give in. She wasn't even going to endure. She was going to find a way to fight back.
How, though? Kelly racked her brain. She had tried and failed to appeal to Sarah's mercy or sense of decency without finding an ounce of sympathy. And Sarah's absolute power over Kelly had only made her grow ever more terrible with time. There was no hope to be found in appealing to Sarah's conscience. And there was no one else she could appeal to in the pocket world Sarah had built for her. Every single person she could reach was an AI construct specifically programmed to be incapable of believing or helping her. She had no way to get a message to the normal Heaven, where there was presumably some AI replica of herself off having simulated fun in her name. And there was no way for her to have any impact on the real world where help might actually be found. Or was there?
She remembered that she did have one link to the real world. Her own brain and what was left of her original flesh-and-blood body were sitting in a facility somewhere in the real world wired into the virtual prison she now inhabited. But she couldn't control that flesh-and-blood body. She wasn't even consciously aware of it anymore. Still, there had to be some way she could use it to send a signal. She again racked her mind trying to remember what she knew about Heaven's operation in the real world. She had heard about it --- everyone had. There had been a huge PR operation to encourage everyone to accept Heaven as this great blessing that would change the way we lived our lives forever. People had naturally been nervous, unwilling to trust the risks of being plugged into a machine and locked forever into a virtual construct. The Heaven PR team had provided numerous assurances of all the checks, safety protocols, and other guarantees that Heaven would be nothing but a perfect life for everyone who chose it, at least as long as their brains could be kept alive and healthy. Kelly laughed bitterly, knowing how Sarah had learned to work around all of those checks to make Kelly her plaything. Or had she?
"Think!" Kelly urged herself. She tried to remember any detail that might be relevant. She recalled all the attention to assuring that people's physical bodies were being kept safe and healthy while their minds were occupied in the machines. Vital signs were monitored constantly. Some actual people had to check on her real body, tend to her basic physical needs, and respond if there was a medical crisis. Sarah couldn't be doing all of that herself. There had to be other people looking after the remains of her physical body and providing medical care when it was needed. Sarah must have hacked the software to keep her brain scans from prying eyes, so no one would realize how she was being tortured every day. But other people had to be monitoring the health of her body and Sarah couldn't risk them finding her seriously ill or dead and discovering that the alarms on her vitals had been disabled. That was it, Kelly realized. She needed to figure out how to trigger her real body to require medical attention. If she did, real medical personnel would have to investigate and Sarah's tampering would be discovered.
"Okay, okay," Kelly urged herself on. "Now we're getting somewhere."
But how could she trigger the sort of alarm that would call for medical attention when Sarah had seemingly disabled her normal safeties? She tried to remember what she knew about her own physical condition. They had told her about her accident when she first awoke in Heaven, about what they could and couldn't do for her, about how she had been kept alive and linked into Heaven's matrix. It was something she hadn't wanted to dwell on at the time, but now she tried her best to recall. There were a host of machines there to keep her brain and other vital organs alive as long as possible. There wasn't much she could control. She couldn't give herself a heart attack; she wasn't even sure if she had a biological heart anymore. A sufficiently elevated heart rate should trigger an alarm, but if the inhuman tickling Sarah had put her through hadn't done that already, then nothing would. What else could she control? And then she hit on something Sarah had realized long back: her brain was the one thing that couldn't be replaced and it had to be monitored for trouble. So what about her brain, short of death, could trigger an alarm that would bring medical attention? A seizure. Her brain state was under constant monitoring and they had to have checks in place to watch for that. Sarah couldn't risk disabling that and potentially getting her killed. So that was her escape: if she could find a way to trigger a seizure, or at least some other state of agitation severe enough to look like one, it would bring attention Sarah couldn't avoid.
She would have to figure out a way to make her situation extreme enough that she would produce a brain scan so abnormal that it could trigger a seizure alarm. And here, Kelly realized, Sarah had actually inadvertently helped her. Most residents of Heaven had literally no way to experience any kind of distress that might bring them there, but Sarah had turned off all of those protections for Kelly to make her relentless tickling and sexual torment possible. When Sarah was torturing her, she was carefully monitoring Kelly's mental state and could back off before it went to far the danger zone. Kelly just needed to push herself past that, to subject herself to distress strong enough to bring her through the danger zone and trigger an alarm. From there, the pieces all fell into place. Because if there was one thing Sarah had taught Kelly about herself, it was exactly how to push her buttons and drive her to madness.
She knew her plan couldn't work, though, if Sarah was watching her or showed up too soon and realized what was going on. She was only going to get one shot at this and she needed to be sure Sarah would be distracted. But how? Sarah never shared what was going on in her life outside of her sessions with Kelly and Kelly had no way to create a distraction in the real world. But maybe, she mused, she didn't need to. Kelly started to study the timing of their sessions and she discovered that there were tells, little signs that Sarah was going to be away for a while. A particularly brutal tickling session, if it wasn't followed up with some tenderness to her 3D-printed pussy, seemed to be a pretty good hint that Sarah was busy. Leaving Sarah with a sensation pad teasing and edging her was often a sign that Sarah was going to be away for a bit and wanted Kelly hot and bothered when she returned. She pieced together all the little clues and learned to predict when Sarah's attention was going to be off her for a while. She couldn't control when Sarah was going to be occupied, but she could make a pretty good guess when an opportunity was presenting itself.
Sarah found her opportunities and started putting together the pieces she would need to put herself into extreme distress. Bit by bit when she could infer that Sarah was occupied elsewhere, she snuck away to assemble her own little self-torture chamber. She couldn't duplicate everything Sarah could do to her, but she could use the freedom she had and the knowledge Sarah had given her about her own tickle hot spots to set up a facility of her own that would get the job done. Once it was ready, she watched and waited for her chance. Until one day the signs were all there that she would have a long while when Sarah would be occupied with real life and unable to check on her. Kelly decided it was now or never.
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Back in the real world, Sarah had a minor surgical procedure she couldn't put off. She would have to be out of touch for a few hours with no way to check on Kelly. She hated to leave Kelly even for a little while, but sometimes it was unavoidable. She would need to keep Kelly's virtual pussy and her other devices locked away until the doctors were done with her. She had at least left Kelly to feel continually teased and edged in her absence so she would be appropriately eager to play when Sarah returned.
At the same time, Kelly saw the signs and quickly hopped a portal to the hidden tickle dungeon she had built for herself. She crawled into an X-frame surrounded by a fiendish array of devices she had been able to collect and assemble into her own makeshift tickle machine. She activated a timer, giving her one minute before the system came to life. She then quickly stripped naked and strapped herself into the strict bondage device she had assembled, attaching ankle cuffs and tying back her toes, then locking down her legs, torso, chest, and head before finally snapping her wrists into self-locking cuffs. She knew every instinct would be for her to escape her own self-imposed torture and she had to put herself in a position where she couldn't back out. Immobilized and unable to change her mind, she steeled herself as the devices came to life, a fiendish panoply of tools descending on every one of the awful tickle spots Sarah had revealed to her. Kelly screamed as they made contact, immediately desperate to escape but having ensured she could do nothing but endure.
While Sarah underwent her procedure, Kelly was pushed to her limits and beyond. She had taken every precaution to ensure she couldn't get free, couldn't pass out, couldn't do anything but go to the brink of what her mind was capable of enduring and beyond. If it had been the real world, she surely would have had a heart attack by that point. But the torment of her every tickle spot just kept getting worse while she herself went mad. She saw stars, hallucinated, and started to dissociate. If Sarah had been there, she surely would have seen the abnormal brain activity and eased off. But there was no one to ease off now. Kelly's virtual body screamed in silent laughter while her mind was dragged into an altered state of consciousness until she lost all awareness of her surroundings.
When Sarah got out of her procedure, the first thing she did was to turn on a cellphone to remotely check on Kelly. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed, seeing that she had missed alarm after urgent alarm telling her that Kelly's brain activity had entered and passed the danger zone. She rushed out of the doctor's office and raced to her own office where she could access her systems, log into the virtual world, and tend to Kelly. But she was too late.
Chapter 9. The Aftermath
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Kelly awoke in an unfamiliar room surrounded by people she didn't know. All of them seemed deeply concerned about her well-being, carefully checking on her, coaxing her through various mental tests, and responding patiently to her many questions. Once they were sure she was all right, they filled her in on what had happened even while they continued to question her about what she had been through.
From them, Kelly learned that her plan had worked. Her brain scans triggered alarms that brought immediate medical attention before Sarah could act to stop it. As the many unusual features of her situation became apparent to her minders, that quickly raised alarm bells high in the security systems of the Heaven operation and prompted more intense investigation. The many layers of security Sarah had carefully bypassed were all exposed and the electronic records of Kelly's mental and physical state were seen by fresh eyes. The medical team trying to figure out what had happened to her and how to treat her began to piece together that something very, very wrong had been going on.
It didn't take long for all signs to point to Sarah. By the time she rushed into her office to try to get to Kelly, a team of security officers was waiting to detain her. Sarah had tried to talk her way out of it and convince the officers that this was a misunderstanding. She might have succeeded, at least until they searched her and found the artificial pussy wirelessly linked directly to Kelly's brain. There was no talking her way out of that. A detailed inquiry was undertaken and all of the changes Sarah had made to Kelly's situation came out: the pocket universe Sarah had created for her and trapped her inside, the disabling of the safeties that kept her from being tortured, even the reactivation of Kelly's sex drive. A team of investigators pieced together enough that Sarah broke and confessed the rest.
In the meantime, the unconscious Kelly had been rescued, moved back to the proper Heaven, and attended by a team of specialists in both the real and virtual worlds to nurse her back to mental and physical health. Lying in her virtual bed, exhausted as she took in the news, she could still revel in the immense relief it brought. She was free. She had beaten Sarah at long last.
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Ironically, Kelly's escape did finally end up helping Sarah prove her theories and save the people of Heaven. The investigation into Kelly's treatment brought a lot of new prying eyes, which led to whistleblowers, and ultimately brought the plague of madness that had been secretly taking over Heaven to the light of day. The coverup was swept aside and replaced by real studies into the problem and how to solve it, which ultimately confirmed Sarah's hypotheses and led to real reform. Heaven became something different --- not a perfect paradise anymore, but not bad. In the process, Sarah had become something of a hero to many. Too many people were already in Heaven, or knew they were likely heading there themselves, and had Sarah to thank for their salvation. As monstrous as her treatment of Kelly was, many agreed that her actions had served the greater good. There was talk that she might even get a full pardon.
For Kelly's part, she tried her best to put it behind her. She couldn't really go anywhere else but Heaven, but it was easy enough to change her identity there and forge a new life. She found a place for herself in the new Heaven, which was a bit grubbier and less heavenly, but once again gave her the freedom to pursue a life of her choosing. Nothing too bad could happen to anyone, even in the reformed Heaven --- you still couldn't die, be permanently maimed, or really suffer (unless you wanted to) --- but now a hot stove burned, a fall hurt, a stubbed toe could make you swear, and a feather could make you laugh. Kelly was fine with that and resumed her life of extreme adventure, with a heightened appreciation for everything now that it once again involved at least a little risk and hardship.
Kelly was also interested to see that with the reforms, sex life had become a thing in Heaven. There were hookups galore, brothels, sex clubs catering to all manner of perversions --- even tickling dungeons. Kelly found herself torn by the discovery. She still had nightmares about the torments Sarah had put her through. There were moments where she shuddered at the thought that Sarah might return and reveal that Kelly's escape had all been itself a computer-generated illusion before returning Kelly to her life of helpless, hellish tickling. But she also couldn't deny sometimes missing the intensity of the experience, not to mention the otherworldly orgasms Sarah could rip from her body.
Kelly had even learned to take some satisfaction from the fact that she had, however unwillingly, ended up helping a lot of people. Although Kelly had chosen to remain anonymous, she was at least pleased to discover that many people believed that the mystery woman who had suffered under Sarah's torments, not Sarah herself, was the real hero of the story. Kelly returned to her dream life, for however long she had, but with a new appreciation that doing good for other people had some place in a life well lived, even a virtual one. But that a life well lived might also involve, now and then, visiting one of those tickling dungeons and letting herself be driven to her limits and beyond --- although, from now on, always on her own terms.
To those who still remember some of my old stories fondly, thanks for your encouragement. I hope this new one lives up to your expectations. And thanks to the many other authors whose work I've enjoyed in the meantime and from whose stories I've taken some inspiration for this one. To those who hated my old stories, you'll probably hate this one, too, so feel free to skip it. And to those who have never seen my work before, please be aware that this is a story of extreme, non-consensual, highly sexualized, female-female tickle torture. If that's not your cup of tea, you should probably stop reading now. It's also on the long side, and you might find that plot and character development sometimes get in the way of the tickling. If that doesn't scare you off, though, then I hope you enjoy this story and maybe you'll enjoy my older works, too.
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Chapter 1. A Second Life
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Kelly would not have called herself fearless, but she did love adventure. She had been born to independently wealthy parents, but they had died when she was young. The estranged aunt and uncle who ended up adopting Kelly seemed to have no interest in her aside from what they could squeeze out of her sizeable trust fund. The moment she turned eighteen and got control of that trust fund, Kelly cut off all ties and took off to live the life of her dreams. Whether it was diving off a picturesque cliff, snowboarding down an epic peak, or surfing a monster wave, she wanted to be where the action was. The beautiful, athletic blond knew her lifestyle was dangerous, but she believed that life was for living and no one was going to tell her there was anything she couldn't do. There had been other people in her life from time to time --- friends, lovers, even just kind strangers --- who tried to persuade her to slow down, be more careful, or just spend some time focusing on the simpler things in life. One by one, she had discarded them as dead weight holding her back. Although she was still just 25 years old, with her thirst for excitement, near-limitless resources, and no real cares or responsibilities, she had already experienced a lifetime of memories. But it wasn't so surprising when she took one risk too many and ended up a broken and barely living wreck at the bottom of a remote canyon.
Luckily for Kelly, this was less of a concern in the year 2070 than it might have been a generation or two previously. For although her body could not be saved, Kelly's brain survived, and, thanks to dramatic advances in neural interface technology, could be connected directly to Heaven: an all-encompassing virtual world that had been developed as a second life for those who could no longer remain in the real world. With its interface directly wired into the brain, a resident of Heaven could experience and interact with a virtual reality that was just as real to them and as all-encompassing as the actual reality they had left behind. Heaven at first was a home mainly for those whose bodies could no longer function due to severe injury, age, or progressive illness. It was meant to be a perfect world, where a resident's body could be virtually restored to its peak while they got to explore an endless variety of fun, excitement, and relaxation entirely free of pain, injury, or even mild discomfort. As others among the living got to interact with the virtual inhabitants of Heaven and hear about the wonders it offered, the fear of giving up on one's body went away and more people chose to take up residence there purely out of preference. It was reason enough that you were getting older and could no longer do everything you wanted, or even were simply dissatisfied with what the real world had to offer. Entry to Heaven wasn't cheap. But for those who could afford it, like Kelly, it seemed that paradise had truly become a reality. The real world carried on, including for a whole industry dedicated to maintaining Heaven and looking after its inhabitants, but Heaven was home by choice to a large and growing portion of humanity.
Kelly didn't have a choice, but when she woke up in Heaven and realized where she was she took to it beautifully. For her, it was a chance to explore a whole new world of adventures that had once been impossible, with all danger and discomfort now safely removed. A virtual replica of her former body was created but with every imperfection erased. She was ageless (at least as long as her mind held out) and always perfectly fit and toned, leaving her free to live blissfully untroubled by the fact that she had become barely more than a brain in a jar in the real world. Her body in Heaven was purely a virtual construct and Kelly could have requested modifications, but she was quite content to have a perfected version of her old body. She used this body to explore a whole new world where she could go for a space walk, ride a flying dragon, go treasure hunting in an underwater city, or whatever else took her fancy. And though more than a decade had passed since her accident, she still looked and felt like a fit and youthful twenty-five year old and had still barely scratched the surface of the marvels the virtual world could offer her. She didn't miss the real world or her real, flawed, vulnerable body at all. It was all perfection for her ... until it wasn't.
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Kelly had gone to bed one night, with plans the next day to take the stage of a virtual concert hall as a pop megastar. In the real world, she couldn't even carry a tune, but here anything was possible. She was surprised, though, to wake up not in the luxurious bed she had chosen the previous night but something that looked like a severe white hospital cot. She sat up with a start and scanned her surroundings in alarm. She was in a small, plain room with no windows and a single door. A woman sat in a chair next to the bed, smiling gently at her as she awoke. The woman looked older than Kelly, perhaps mid thirties, but she was clearly fit herself and quite attractive, an impressive figure visible even beneath a serious-looking business suit. Her dark hair was tied back in a severe bun, a pair of black-rimmed glasses contributing to a look of professional detachment. Kelly took the strange woman to be one of Heaven's counselors, real people who visited the virtual world via avatars to help its residents adapt to life in paradise. She sat up, her mind occupied with a bit curiosity but a lot more annoyance. She didn't feel any fear --- no one had anything to fear in Heaven --- but she didn't appreciate the disruption to her life of perfect freedom.
"I didn't mean to startle you," the brunette woman said to Kelly pleasantly. "And I do apologize for the inconvenience. But you and I need to talk."
The mysterious woman extended a hand to Kelly. "My name is Sarah," she said. "I'm an avatar here, but in the real world I work for Heaven. I'm a sort of troubleshooter, you could say."
Kelly stared at the hand in mild annoyance, before reluctantly taking it and giving it a tepid shake.
"What is this?" Kelly asked impatiently. "I didn't ask to be here."
"I summoned you here. You see, we have a problem," Sarah said enigmatically. "That is, Heaven has a problem. And I think I have the solution. But I need your help."
Kelly's curiosity was piqued, but she had never been the most considerate person. Her life had taught her to look out for number one, and the past few years of being able to do whatever she wanted had only reinforced that self-absorption. "I've got somewhere else to be. What do you want?" she asked brusquely.
"As I said, I'm a troubleshooter," Sarah replied mildly, ignoring Kelly's rudeness. "And this place, Heaven, is in trouble. I need someone to work with me, essentially to be the test subject for a solution. I'll be frank that it's going to take time and it's not going to be easy. It will involve some hard work and sacrifice on your part. But I promise that the wellbeing of everyone in Heaven is at stake. I'm confident that you and I can solve it together."
Kelly snorted derisively. "That sounds like a you problem, not a me problem," she replied. "I didn't choose to come to Heaven, but since I'm here, I aim to enjoy it. I'm having the time of my life. Why would I have the slightest interest in hard work and sacrifice?"
"I'm asking for a few hours a day of your time to save millions from a fate worse than death." Sarah said, her voice growing a bit more pointed. "Is there nothing I can do to convince you?"
"No, nothing," Kelly said dismissively. "We're done here."
"I thought you might say that," Sarah said with an air of mild disappointment. "What I need is, frankly, not something many denizens of Heaven are going to agree to voluntarily. Especially once they've tasted the freedom this place offers. But there's too much at stake to let that stop me. I have to confess that I didn't pick you by accident. You have no close friends, no relatives asking after you, no one who will miss you. I was able to pluck you out of Heaven and replace you with an AI clone. No one you've met there is close enough to you to notice the difference. I've had you moved to a sort of `pocket Heaven' where all of the real people have also been replaced by AI avatars. And I can see from the look on your face that you also didn't notice the difference. I'm the first real person you've seen in weeks and, I'm sorry to say, the only real person you're going to be seeing for a very long time."
"That's enough of this," Kelly said angrily, throwing herself out of the bed and pushing past Sarah. "Portal." Kelly barked with impatience, calling out a command that would normally open a doorway that could take her anywhere she wanted to be.
"The rules are a little different here," Sarah said calmly.
"Portal!" Kelly yelled more insistently. Realizing there was still nothing happening, she tried to open the door to the virtual hospital room but found it immovable.
"Kelly," Sarah said with a bit more edge in her voice. "You need to calm down and listen to me. You and I are going to work together and we're going to solve this problem. Right now, I'm out in the real world, but I have full control of this pocket virtual world I've made for you. I also have direct access to your brain and body, or what's left of it. We can try out my solution and I'll be able to monitor your brain activity and hormonal state throughout the process. My colleagues aren't open yet to my theories. They don't believe in me, at least not yet. But with you, I'll be able to get the proof I need. You and I are going to save everyone."
"Let me out of here!" Kelly said with anger and, for the first time, some fear as she banged on the door ineffectually.
"You'll still get to spend plenty of time in this pocket Heaven, enjoying your second life and doing whatever you want to do," Sarah responded. "But you and I will need to spend some... sessions... together where we will do a little experimenting."
"I don't want to be part of any of this!" Kelly retorted angrily, trying to keep the growing fear out of voice. "Let me out of here or so help me..."
"Hush." Sarah said simply. Kelly was shocked to find that her voice was gone. She tried to shout but only silence came out.
"I'm sorry," Sarah continued, "but I need you to settle down so I can explain."
In shock, Kelly rushed at Sarah hoping to overpower her. Running into Sarah was like hitting a brick wall.
"Freeze," Sarah said, and Kelly found her body instantly go rigid. She couldn't move anything except her eyes. "You can't hurt me or overpower me here. And there is more, as you're discovering. I suspected I wouldn't get your cooperation willingly, so I have made sure I have some extra tools here to secure it."
Kelly was now fully terrified but also utterly immobile and unable to do anything about it.
"Now let me explain," Sarah said. "This place seems like paradise, but it doesn't last. People lose their minds here. It's been hushed up, but for those of us on the inside, it's a crisis. The residents can enjoy themselves for a few years here, but over time their behavior becomes increasingly erratic. They begin to lose touch with reality. A full psychotic break is inevitable. It happens to everyone. We quietly remove people when they become too far gone, convince their friends they've gone off to pursue some new life. Usually, by then, any connections they still had left in the real world have become remote enough to accept that their Heaven-bound friends and family just want to sever ties and move on."
Sarah stood and walked up to Kelly. She was slightly taller than Kelly and with Kelly unable to move anything but her eyes, she struggled to look up and meet Sarah's gaze.
"It'll happen to you, too," Sarah continued. "It's already happening to you. I've been studying your brain and the degeneration is already apparent. It's only a matter of time."
Sarah leaned in even closer, her lips close to Kelly's ear. Kelly could feel Sarah's breath on her neck and knowing it was all virtual did nothing to ease her sense of fear and helplessness.
"And I think I know why," Sarah breathed into Kelly's ear. "It's because it's all too perfect. There's no pain here. No discomfort of any kind. And the human mind can't function without stimulus, both good and bad. Our brain is waiting and waiting to feel the slightest amount of unpleasantness, and it drives us mad to wait, year after year, and never have it fulfilled. Like the Sword of Damocles, it never has to fall; just having it dangling over you will eventually drive you mad. Let me demonstrate."
Sarah stepped back and made a hand gesture that seemed to conjure into existence a control panel of some sort next to her. She tapped some keys and Kelly instantly gasped as she suddenly felt an intense itching in her butthole.
"It's so mundane in the real world," Sarah said mildly. "I mean your butt itches, so what? And yet you haven't felt anything like it in years. I'd bet it's maddening."
Indeed it was. Kelly couldn't move an inch to scratch the itch, and not having felt an itch in ages seemed to make it a hundred times worse.
Sarah moved behind Kelly and smacked her on the ass. The slap wasn't that hard, but Kelly would have cried out if she could have. She literally couldn't remember the last time she had felt any pain.
"I bet that was a shock," Sarah said. "It isn't normal to feel no pain. In the real world, I'm watching your brain activity and it's going crazy. It's primed for hyperstimulation. Eventually it would get so oversensitive that your own mind would drive you to insanity. We need to stimulate those disused neural pathways to get you back to a normal baseline."
Sarah walked around to the front of Kelly and somehow produced a small feather from nowhere. She held it up to Kelly's face and lightly tickled her nose with it. The sensation was horrible. Kelly wanted to squeeze her eyes shut or wrinkle her nose just a bit to blunt it, but even that was denied to her. Sarah just continued the light tickling as she spoke again.
"Of course, I don't want to have to torture people to get them back to normal brain activity. But we don't need intense pain to stimulate the key brain areas. For example, your brain scans suggest you were very ticklish even before your accident. Years of not experiencing that has no doubt enhanced your sensitivity enormously. Your brain activity just from this little feather confirms it."
Kelly could barely hear the words as her mind was focused entirely on the infuriating sensation of having her nose tickled. Her eyes were involuntarily watering. She wanted terribly to sneeze but couldn't. Sarah was right. It would have been the most ordinary of sensations in the real world, but not experiencing it for ages had left her in a state of hypersensitivity that turned it into absolute torture.
Sarah finally stopped and Kelly breathed a sigh of intense relief. It was short lived, though, as Sarah pushed some more buttons and in an instant Kelly found herself topless. She blushed mightily and tried to cover herself but she couldn't force the slightest movement from her leaden limbs. Sarah grasped Kelly's wrists and lifted her arms above her head. While Kelly herself remained unable to move a millimeter, Sarah seemed to be able to pose her effortlessly. Sarah reached with a fingernail into each armpit and started lightly scratching. Kelly would have shrieked if she could have made a sound as she was overwhelmed with a tickling sensation greater than she could ever remember.
"Just one finger in each armpit has your brain scans showing more activity than they have in years of death defying stunts and impossible adventures you've had here," Sarah said mildly, the fingers continuing to scratch at Kelly's armpits as Kelly silently went out of her mind.
Soon Sarah was swirling all ten fingers into Kelly's pits. Kelly was going mad. Unable to even beg for relief, she felt like she was going to burst. She silently prayed that Sarah would stop, but she just kept going.
"I'll just need a couple hours a day with you to stimulate you appropriately and see if a little unpleasantness in your life is enough to restore normal brain function. It won't be just tickling, of course, but I think you must agree that this is a particularly effective stimulus for you. I'm certain that in a few months your brain will begin to repair itself and give me the proof I need that we can fix this. You and I are going to save a lot of lives."
Sarah didn't stop tickling Kelly's armpits through the entire diatribe. Kelly was still helplessly silent but her face had gone bright red and she felt like she was going to pass out. Finally, Sarah relented. With a word --- "Release." --- Kelly realized she could move and speak again. She was utterly exhausted, though, and collapsed like a marionette with its strings cut.
"I'm going to leave you for now to contemplate things until our first session. You can go back to doing whatever you want to do until then, and I'll summon you when I'm ready."
Kelly could only lay breathlessly panting on the floor as Sarah simply vanished. She realized to her great annoyance that Sarah had never turned off the intense itching in her butthole and that she had no idea how to get it to stop.
Chapter 2. Getting to Know You
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Kelly tried to get back to her routine. She could almost believe it had all been a bad dream, aside from the interminable itching that still tormented her. She had made it through her concert, although shifting uncomfortably throughout. Knowing no one there was real made it somewhat less embarrassing to be trying to sneak opportunities to scratch her ass on stage in front of a hundred thousand fans. She probably would have scratched her skin off, except that it was impossible to hurt yourself in Heaven.
She still had some doubt about what Sarah had told her and tried to talk to some of the people around her that she thought were her friends. It indeed became clear that they weren't quite all there. They looked and responded like the people she thought she knew, although she realized that Sarah was right that she didn't really know any of them well enough to put that to the test. And yet when she tried to tell anyone about Sarah and ask for help, it was as if the information simply could not register in their minds. She would explain what was happening to her and by the time the sentence was out of her mouth they would simply forget what she had said. When she tried to call anyone in the real world for help, it was just the same. Anyone she could get ahold of seemed to be merely an AI replica of the real thing. And it seemed to be part of the programming of all of the artificial people in this pocket world that they were simply incapable of knowing about Sarah or what she had in store for Kelly.
After the concert, Kelly decided on something more private to take her mind off things, a pastime of volcano climbing she had picked up in Heaven. It was helping, although there was something surreal about relaxing into a lava pool like it was a hot tub as she had often done before and realizing the only discomfort she felt was that same infernal itch she couldn't get rid of. The annoyance did start to recede as she became accustomed to the itching and could start to tune it out. She idly wondered if perhaps Sarah had been correct that her mind needed some little annoyances to adapt to. Still, when the itch suddenly vanished, she was overwhelmed with a sense of relief she hadn't known in ages: the once mundane pleasure of an annoying itch that's been thoroughly scratched.
The relief was short-lived, though, as Kelly saw her surroundings fade around her and be replaced with some sort of non-descript room with walls, floor, and ceiling all of white tile. Sarah stood there, this time dressed in white lab scrubs. Kelly realized to her horror that she was naked and immediately moved to cover herself. Within seconds, though, an invisible force seized her, lifted her off the ground, and positioned her in the air. Her body was moved parallel to the ground facing downward, with her arms held out in front of her and her legs spread behind her, knees and elbows slightly bent. It gave her the appearance that she was swimming through the air, except that she once again found herself utterly immobile from the neck down. She tried mightily to get out of this exposed position, but could only hang there in the air. This time, at least, Sarah had left her her voice.
"Let me go!" Kelly said, trying to put some authority into her voice. "I know this isn't legal. You're going to get in big trouble for this. But let me go now and I won't tell anyone. I'll just go about my business and you go about yours and no one ever needs to find out."
"Oh, don't worry," said Sarah pleasantly, ignoring the threat. "We're going to go easy this time. For today, I just need to get to know you better to plan for our future sessions."
Sarah ran her fingertips lightly over Kelly's lower back as she lay suspended in the air. It wasn't a particularly ticklish spot but still raised goosebumps on her skin.
"Back in the real world, I've pulled up a detailed profile of your brain scans to show me in real time exactly how you're feeling and reacting to everything I do. I can see you're nervous, but there's nothing to be afraid of. I just need to map out your body and find your ticklish hot spots. I need to know what kind of stimulus to place and where to heighten your brain activity in exactly the ways I need."
As she spoke, she traced fingertips lightly over different parts of Kelly's anatomy.
"Does this make you squirm?" she asked, stroking Kelly's shoulder. "No, I didn't think so."
"How about here?" Sarah asked, dancing a few fingers along Kelly's bicep. "That gets a little reaction."
"And here?" she said lightly dancing the fingers of both hands over Kelly's exposed neck. Kelly couldn't help giggling as she was particularly sensitive there. "Oh, that's a nice one."
"And how about here?" Sarah asked, reaching under Kelly and spidering her fingers over her taught belly. Kelly instantly broke out in guffaws. Sarah lingered there for a long while. "Oh, we're going to be spending some time here."
"Cut it out!" Kelly squeaked out between labored breaths.
Sarah withdrew her fingers and stepped back as Kelly got her breath. For a brief while Kelly had hope that Sarah was going to back off. But then, with a gesture, Sarah conjured a small, wheeled cart next to Kelly topped with a strange assortment of implements: various sizes and stiffnesses of feathers, brushes large and small, a Wartenberg wheel, assorted unidentifiable lotions and oils, a tray of ice cubes, and various other devices Kelly couldn't even identify.
"I could do this the manual way all day, but we are going to need to be a bit more systematic I'm afraid," Sarah said as she positioned the cart and paused to consider where to start.
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Sarah moved down to Kelly's outstretched feet and selected a soft feather to start with. As Sarah lightly dusted the heel of Kelly's right foot, Kelly fought to hold in laughter. She barely kept it in as the feather moved slowly up her foot, finally losing the battle as Sarah dusted the bases of her toes one by one. Kelly let out a stream of giggles that kept up as Sarah continued to feather first the right foot and then the left in the same way, with clinical precision. She set down the feather and picked up a somewhat sturdier brush, repeating the same slow progress from heel to toes. Kelly was now openly laughing.
"Interesting," Sarah said in a detached voice, like she was observing a specimen in a lab. "According to your brain readings, you're responding very nicely to the tickling. You're not only feeling very ticklish, you're also becoming sexually aroused by this."
This wasn't news to Kelly, but she still blushed furiously at Sarah pointing it out.
"No!" Kelly tried to protest between giggles. "I am not!"
"Oh, Kelly," Sarah said with amusement as she continued the slow path of tickling. "You've got no secrets from me. I can see the arousal centers in your brain lighting up like a Christmas tree. Let's try something else."
She put down the brush and picked up a sharp pronged object like a garden fork and started repeating the excruciating path over Kelly soles. In an instant Kelly was howling and unable to get out another coherent word.
"As I suspected," Sarah said while Kelly gasped for breaths between laughs. "Increasing the intensity of the tickling increases the arousal as well."
Sarah stopped the tickling, leaving Kelly panting for air. Her reprieve was short, though, as Sarah flipped a switch on the base of the fork and set it vibrating. She once again resumed the minute exploration of Kelly's soles.
"Oh fuck!" Kelly yelled at the first touch, ready to jump out of her skin. She had never felt anything tickle that much. She was soon reduced to silent laughter.
"This is really incredible," Sarah mused as she contemplated the brain scan that was visible only to her. "If I keep this up long enough, you're going to reach orgasm just from foot tickling. I'm really curious how you'll respond when we move to more... extreme... measures."
Kelly, meanwhile was simply going out of her mind, far too consumed by the overwhelming tickling to think about anything else. When Sarah finally finished with her feet, Kelly sagged in her invisible bonds, hot and bothered but too spent even to beg.
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Sarah moved on from there on a slow path around Kelly's outstretched frame, revealing one tickle spot after another. The backs of Kelly's knees were fiendishly feather ticklish. Above them responded to playful squeezes. One fingertip lightly scratching the crease between her leg and butt made her howl. Pretty much any implement Sarah tested on Kelly's inner thighs seemed to drive her wild. And the exploration of Kelly's body continued, one tedious bit of anatomy after another. Not everything was crazy ticklish, but there wasn't an inch of bare skin that wasn't covered with fingers, feathers, brushes, and beyond until Kelly felt like she would pass out. Some tickle spots were no surprise to Kelly or Sarah. Sarah spent a long time exploring Kelly's armpits while Kelly was helplessly seized with silent laughter, desperately trying to close her immovable arms. But Kelly had no idea until then how many random little nooks and crannies on her body could, with the right kind of touch, make her feel like jumping out of her own skin. Her neck, her ears, the palms of her hands --- Kelly lost count of how many tickle spots Sarah discovered. Sarah, however, was carefully noting everything.
When Sarah stepped away and left Kelly sagging in the air, Kelly thought she had to be done with her at long last. With her body's awkward position, she couldn't see where Sarah went, only vaguely sense that she was somewhere behind her. Kelly was shocked out of her complacency by a single fingernail tickling her asshole, ripping another bloodcurdling shriek from her. That fingernail was soon replaced by a soft feather, then a stiff one, a calligraphy brush, a stiff vibrating wire, and toy after toy each driving her out of her mind. Afterwards, the same tools one after another played along her perineum, sending her into silent laughter. It seemed like Sarah spent an eternity on that one little patch of skin until Kelly thought she couldn't possibly take any more.
When Sarah was done there, she grasped Kelly by an arm and simply rotated her in midair until she was now facing the ceiling. Kelly didn't know what was coming but tried to catch her breath enough to plead for mercy. Before she could get a word out, Sarah had moved up her torso, taken a soft plume in each hand, and was delicately teasing Sarah's rock-hard nipples.
One of the little secrets about Heaven is that the designers had been deeply worried in the early days that it would descend into a non-stop orgy if people were put in a world of no consequences and no physical limits. To control that, all inhabitants were chemically treated to suppress their libidos and the computer interfaces to the nerve pathways that would normally respond to sexual stimuli were suppressed. It was possible to have sex in Heaven and even to get off, but no one particularly wanted to. And those who tried found it so unsatisfying that they soon left the very idea of sex behind. Kelly, like most denizens, had experimented a bit but soon gave up on having any sort of sex life. Like most, she told herself she just had more interesting things to do, never knowing how she had been manipulated by Heaven's design. Sarah, though, had suspected that suppressing the sex drive was only contributing to the mental problems she was trying to solve and had turned off those manipulations for Kelly. Kelly's libido had come roaring back along with her ability to act on it, and at that moment it was insistently reminding her that she hadn't gotten off or even been touched sexually for years.
The light touch of the plumes on her sensitive nipples was enough of a break from the more intense tickling to let Sarah bring her heaving laughter back down to soft giggles. But it was driving her wild with lust. Soon those plumes were replaced with more devastating tools all over her breasts, showing Kelly just how incredibly ticklish they could be. Throughout it all, her libido was building up to a fever pitch. When Sarah finally moved on from her breasts, Kelly was utterly breathless but at the same time as horny as she could ever remember. Humiliatingly for her, Kelly knew that Sarah was aware of exactly how turned on she was. Sarah had indeed been paying close attention to the signs of sexual arousal in Kelly's brain scans. She had brought Kelly as close to the line as she could, watching an orgasm building in Kelly's brain again and again but pulling back each time just before it could crest.
Some less punishing tickling along Kelly's collarbones and down her abdomen let her cool down a bit, even as Sarah revealed even more tickle hot spots on Kelly's belly, hips, and thighs. Soon, Kelly found herself a momentary chance to catch her breath as she watched Sarah step between her legs and wheel the cart of tools to position it in front of Sarah's exposed vulva.
"Please," Kelly gasped. "No more. I can't take any more."
Sarah gave no indication she had even heard Kelly, seemingly focused only on the task at hand. She selected a small brush and set to work. Kelly let out an ear-piercing shriek as she discovered how ticklish her pussy was. It was by far her worst tickle spot. The sounds she made were inhuman as Sarah explored her folds with instrument after instrument, hard and soft, fast and slow, outside and inside. Sarah was still carefully holding back from pushing Sarah over the brink, keeping her right on the edge of her first orgasm in years. She finally decided it was time, selecting a devastatingly ticklish vibrating wire and bringing it to Kelly's clit. The intensity of the tickling was beyond anything Kelly could even conceive, and so was the orgasm it almost instantly ripped out of her. She had no idea it was possible to experience such pleasure and such ticklish torture in the same moment, or that she could possibly survive more than a second of it. Yet Sarah somehow knew how to drag out both feelings for what seemed an eternity.
"Oh my," said Sarah when Kelly at long last finally came down. "Orgasm can radically alter a person's sensitivity. And that looked like quite an orgasm. We can't pass up a chance to see how this changes your readings. We're going to have to start all over..."
Kelly would have screamed if she had an ounce of energy left with which to do it.
Chapter 3. Life with Sarah
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Back in the real world, Sarah was feeling flustered and embarrassed. She had just gotten out of being berated by her manager for falling behind on her work. She was a gifted bioengineer, but in the Heaven bureaucracy she was basically a low-level IT worker. Seniority and a gift for troubleshooting had given her a certain degree of autonomy. But she had always been lacking in people skills and so had remained stuck at the bottom of the org chart. Her coworkers respected her abilities, within limits, but they didn’t particularly like her and no one saw her as leadership material. She had been hoping to get her manager’s time for ages to try once again to discuss the mental breakdown epidemic and explain her theories for how to stop it. But when she finally managed to get an appointment, he used practically their entire time together to dress her down for underperforming. She tried to stammer out explanations and apologies, but couldn’t get a word in edgewise. In reality, she had been spending too much of her time recently putting the pieces in place to get Kelly to herself and so was neglecting her real work. She quietly reminded herself that she was going to have to be more careful. If she found herself demoted or transferred, everything could be lost. She tried once more to raise her theories to her manager. It wasn’t a good time, while he was clearly angry and disappointed with her, but Sarah had never been skilled at reading social cues. He cut her off mid-sentence. “Above your pay grade,” was all he responded before curtly dismissing her.
Heading back to her little office in frustration, Sarah mused about Kelly. She had looked deeply into Kelly’s background from before her accident. The real Kelly was everything Sarah dreamed of being: the bold, uber-confident free spirit Sarah was definitely not. Plus, Sarah couldn't deny that Kelly was very hot. Not that Sarah was any slouch in the looks department --- she could surely find any number of guys willing to come back home with her, if she swung that way, although she doubted they would still be there in the morning. But Sarah couldn't muster the personal magnetism of a superwoman like Kelly. She never knew how to make a connection on any deeper level. She imagined how it would have gone if she had met Kelly in the real world before her accident. Sarah would be too tongue-tied to even talk to a woman like that. It was funny, then, how fate had put them together and made them partners in Sarah’s grand project to save Heaven. Not quite equal partners, to be sure, but Sarah was certain they would make a great team.
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Kelly, on the other hand, looked at her future with Sarah with nothing but dread. She realized she was trapped and that this was the beginning of a hellish new life for her. She had never been one to let anything hold her back, though, and so she tried her best to compartmentalize it and live the best life she could. She was determined not to let Sarah steal away her time in paradise, and if anything redoubled her efforts to experience all the wonders that Heaven had to offer. But she learned quickly that Sarah could, and would, rob her of her freedom and put her through hell whenever and however she chose. And there was seemingly nothing Kelly could do about it. Every day was a new session where Kelly would find herself unwillingly yanked out of whatever she was doing into whatever fresh torment Sarah had in store for her.
There was some consistency day to day. Kelly would always find herself vulnerable and defenseless as Sarah used her detailed knowledge of Kelly's weak points to tickle the crap out of her until she was a begging, babbling, wreck. Sarah did like to switch it up a bit, to make it less monotonous for Kelly she insisted. Some days Kelly would find herself physically frozen as in her first sessions and contorted in ways that would leave her humiliated and completely vulnerable to Sarah's attacks. Sarah might find herself curled into a pretzel, bent over grabbing her ankles, or standing on one leg with the other stretched up like a ballerina. Other times, Sarah would play with more conventional bondage. Sarah could find herself stretched out on a rack or an X-frame, locked to a gynecologist's chair with her legs spread and her arms cuffed above her head, or mummified head to toe with only her worst tickle spots exposed. Sometimes Sarah let her laugh and beg, while other times she might be rendered silent though a physical gag or just the infernal magic of the pocket world Sarah had built for her.
When she had a chance to plead, Kelly would try to persuade Sarah that this was wrong, that she was going to get caught, that she had no right to do this. Kelly's pleas always fell on deaf ears. If Sarah acknowledged her begging at all, it was to remind Kelly that this was for the greater good; Kelly's sacrifice would save lives and she just had to go along with it. Kelly tried to reason with Sarah --- she can't seriously expect everyone in Heaven to put up with being tickle tortured every day, even if it was for their own good. But, as Sarah explained, she needed to push Kelly to the limit to gather evidence. Once she had her proof, most people would need only more mild unpleasantness introduced to their lives to keep them sane. Right now, though, she couldn't wait years to see the changes in brain structure and activity that would prove her treatments were working. She needed Kelly to experience a higher-than-normal level of distress --- much higher --- and had concluded that for Kelly, tickle torture was the perfect vehicle.
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Sarah was troubled, though. As the days and weeks went by, she was seeing effects in Kelly's neural anatomy, but not fast enough for it to be definitive proof. And so, she reserved a portion of her time each session to experiment with how to make the experience more potent. Many days, she would pick just one of Kelly's hot spots and spend an extra hour or so trying to find new ways to enhance the experience. Kelly might find herself in a straitjacket with her tits hanging out so Sarah could spend an hour just experimenting with new ways to tickle her breasts. Or encased in a box with just her immobilized feet sticking out so Sarah could spend another hour trying out whatever devious new tickle tools might bring new heights of tickle torture to Kelly's soles. Sometimes it was a whole session just on her ears, her neck, the roof of her mouth, or one little hellishly sensitive patch of skin Sarah had discovered on her belly. Sarah rarely broke her detached clinical demeanor, but Kelly could still sense how she delighted Sarah was to show her the many ways she could be completely broken with tickling. Kelly liked to think of herself as tough, but could not deny the utter helplessness and humiliation she felt when Sarah demonstrated, for instance, that she could reduce Kelly to a quivering mass of jelly with just one fingernail in an ear.
Other days, Sarah experimented with combining other stimuli with tickling. She would push a few buttons on a console and Kelly would find herself instantly taken by intense itching in her feet and pussy. Then, as Kelly started screaming, Sarah would get back to working her over with the tickling of a lifetime. Or, she would set up Sarah with some kind of predicament where she had to choose tickling or other forms of unpleasantness. Sarah might find herself with her arms bound above her head and linked back to her breasts by a series of chains and pullies so she could lower her arms only by painfully tugging on her sensitive nipples. Then Sarah would subject Kelly to a merciless armpit tickling. Or she might set it up so Kelly was bent over a barrel with her butt cheeks spread and could clench them only at the cost of a painful electric shock to her clit, then set to work with a stiff feather tickling Kelly's puckered asshole until she was completely broken. Kelly never knew quite what to expect, only that she would absolutely hate it.
Kelly soon discovered that Sarah particularly loved combining tickling with unbearable edging. Sarah had complete control over Kelly's ability to orgasm as well as many tools to take her to the edge. Tickling combined with intense sexual stimulation became the norm. Kelly might have to put up with Sarah working over her bound feet for an hour while a torturous suction vibrator relentlessly worked her clit, all the while physically unable to get over the edge to orgasm. Sarah did seem to enjoy "rewarding" Kelly eventually with allowing those pent-up orgasms to take her to unimaginable heights of ecstasy, although as often as not that was just a prelude to even more terrible post-orgasm tickling.
Still, Sarah was never satisfied. She'd tell Kelly gleefully that she was showing progress, indications that the damage in her brain scans was slowing or reversing. But it wasn't fast enough and so she, or really Kelly, just needed to push harder, sacrifice more, and take things to a higher level.
Chapter 4. New Toys
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"We're making so much progress," Sarah again said matter-of-factly as Kelly sagged limply in her bondage after a brutal armpit tickling. "But it's still not fast enough. So I'm afraid we're going to need to try some new approaches."
Kelly didn't have the strength to protest, but she had learned that anything new Sarah came up with was something Kelly would regret.
"As you know," Sarah continued, "we do try to keep experiences in Heaven realistic. You might be able to go to places that can't exist in the real world, but you experience them like you would have in your natural body. The designers were worried about the psychological toll of human minds experiencing a world that was too unreal."
Kelly didn't know what Sarah was getting at, but was growing increasingly alarmed as she talked.
"I'm afraid we're going to need to start bending the rules a bit more to get the effects we need. And one of the ways we can do that is by taking advantage of the fact that we have direct access to your nervous system to create some, let's just say, impossible toys."
Sarah picked up a device that looked something like a closed cigarette lighter with a bunch of small buttons on it.
"This is something I've conjured up that I call a sensation box," she continued. "I just program in a sensation and an intensity and when I touch it to you, you feel what I want you to feel. Let me demonstrate."
Sarah punched some of the buttons and moved the device to Kelly's body. Kelly tensed up, expecting the worst as Sarah reached it out to Kelly's bare breast.
"Please..." Kelly croaked hoarsely.
Sarah pushed the device into Sarah's left nipple and Kelly almost cried with relief when it was just a feeling of some pleasant warmth. She withdrew the device, pushed some more buttons, and pressed it to Sarah's right nipple. Kelly gasped as she felt the sensation of ice coldness engulf her nipple, instantly stiffening it, before Sarah withdrew the device again.
"Of course, it has other intended uses," Sarah said, pushing a few more buttons.
When she returned the device to Sarah's left nipple, Kelly screamed as she felt the sensation of thousands of tiny tickling tendrils stroking the nipple into an impossibly intense level of tickling. Sarah kept it pressed there for ten more seconds, with Sarah screaming at the top of her lungs before withdrawing it.
"Of course, it doesn't necessarily need to feel like anything in the real world," Sarah said, pushing a few more buttons. "I can, for example, just set it to tell your nerves to be as tickled as it is possible for them to feel."
She pushed the device back to Sarah's other nipple and she practically passed out as the tickling beyond anything she had felt before overwhelmed her helpless nipple. Ten more seconds of this as Kelly mouthed a silent scream left her a sobbing wreck.
"Of course, it doesn't have to be unpleasant," Sarah said, once more pushing some buttons and returning the device to the other nipple. Kelly gasped as the most intense sexual sensation she could imagine engulfed the defenseless nipple. It left the best tonguing she had ever experienced utterly in the dust. She would have cum instantly if she had been allowed to. Instead, she could only hang on the precipice in helpless need and ecstasy.
"Enough demonstration," Sarah said, withdrawing the device. She produced another of the sensation boxes and made some adjustments to each. "Let's get to work."
As she pressed the devices to Kelly's body, each now set to produce unimaginable ticklishness and sexual stimulation simultaneously, Kelly shuddered practically in a seizure. By the time Sarah was done working her over an hour later, Kelly was utterly exhausted and unable to form a coherent thought. Sarah decided to end the session by giving Kelly back her ability to climax, pressing one of the devices directly into her clit, and holding it there through a series of laughing, screaming orgasms until Kelly had collapsed into unconsciousness.
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The sensation boxes remained perhaps the most terrifying tool in Sarah's arsenal, but she wasn't done. Realizing she couldn't control more than two hands at a time, she had modified the box into the sensation pad: a sticky pad she could attach to any part of Kelly's body and program to any sensation she choose. Sarah herself could add or remove these devices with ease, but for Kelly they were impossible to dislodge. Of course, she did not really need the pads --- she could just program Kelly to feel whatever she chose --- but she found a device to focus on somehow made the experience and the psychological pressure behind it more real for Kelly. Sarah could stick pads to the soles of Kelly's feet and set them to intense tickling and watch her dance around like she was on fire. Or put one in each armpit and let her go about her day only to trigger her into helpless fits of silent laughter at will.
Sarah particularly loved putting a pad over Kelly's clit to make sure she was fully tickled and stimulated as she worked over other parts of her body. She delighted in making Kelly feel her snatch was covered in countless microscopic ticklish tendrils, being crawled over by thousands of tickly insect legs, or just turned up to feel as much tickling as it was possible to feel, as she manually worked over Kelly's feet or armpits. She could even place them internally to try to enhance the experience: a pad in her mouth giving her the perfect French kiss, up her rectum to give her a deep anal tonguing, or on her G-spot in her endless quest to find ways to drive Kelly wilder or make her eventual explosive climaxes even more intense. Sometimes Sarah would just place dozens of pads strategically along Kelly's anatomy and let them do all the work while Sarah stood by and watched. She didn't even need to rely on bondage, as Kelly couldn't remove the pads and would quickly collapse into a ball of helpless ticklish agony when they were used to their full potential. She could even leave them on when Sarah wasn't with her. She had great fun, for example, slapping a pad on Kelly's pussy and setting it to give her the sensation of soft feathers teasing her lips and clit, then sending her back to carry on with her normal life until she was summoned back for her session the next day horny out of her mind and begging Sarah to let her to get off. As much as Kelly had grown to hate Sarah, she hated more than anything that Sarah could make her body long for their sessions together and the chance at release they offered.
Chapter 5. A Little Help from Her Friends
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Every day seemed to bring Kelly some new horror out of Sarah's imagination. Sarah insisted it was all in furtherance of her great cause of saving the citizens of Heaven from their inevitable mental decline. Kelly, though, could see how much Sarah was enjoying coming up with creative new ways to make her experience more intense. She didn't buy that Sarah was being motivated by anything noble. Still, she had learned that Sarah would not hear otherwise, and that she was talking to a wall trying to convince Sarah that her motives were anything less than pure and wholly justified.
Sarah's latest innovation was a cast of AI-driven "helpers" to assist in making Kelly's sessions more memorable. She had realized she could use a helping hand in the more intense sessions and had started with a fairly generic AI assistant, lacking name or personality, who could follow simple commands. She soon decided, though, that Kelly would find it more entertaining if these assistants were more lifelike and individualized. Before long, there was Candi, the perky blond cheerleader; Eve, the sultry seductress; Inga, the cruel dominatrix, and a whole case of others who might be waiting for Kelly when she was summoned to her daily tickling sessions. Sarah delighted in how much of a difference a few helping hands could make in bringing Kelly to a more intense physical and emotional experience.
In one memorable session, Sarah had Kelly locked in a modified gynecological chair with her arms suspended above her. She had conjured an Inga ruthlessly tormenting each foot, an Eve standing behind Kelly lightly scratching her pits while nibbling on her neck and ears, a Candi on each side of her torso tickling and licking a breast, and Sarah herself camped between Kelly's legs and meticulously working her spread pussy, while Kelly helplessly laughed and came. In other sessions, Sarah would just stand by and watch while a host of her characters ruthlessly gang tickled an immobilized Kelly. And the possibilities were endless for testing different role play scenarios to see what best provoked Kelly into the right state of heightened emotion. How would she respond to being tickle tortured by a sadistic prison guard, a duo of naughty nurses, or a romantic rival? As Kelly's sessions went on and on, Sarah had the opportunity to try try them all.
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It did occur to Sarah that she could expand Kelly's treatment by delegating more to these AI helpers. She tried giving Kelly to an Inga for a weekend while Sarah herself was busy dealing with some personal matters. Yet Sarah found it provoked in her a terrible anxiety knowing that this artificial construct was playing with Kelly without her. Her anxiety was confirmed when she was pulled out of a meeting by an urgent alarm on her phone warning her that Kelly's vital signs were reaching the danger zone. Making vague excuses, she tore herself away and rushed to get to a private office where she could log into the system and check on Kelly. By the time she did, Kelly was practically seizing. She immediately freed Kelly and shut down the Inga before it was too late and brought Kelly back to a comfortable bed to care for her.
From Sarah's purely mercenary perspective, this was a near disaster. Aside from the potential for losing her precious test subject, Sarah knew she had very nearly been discovered. She could make Kelly her own personal project, but there were other minders and safety protocols taking care of the physical bodies of everyone plugged into Heaven. If Kelly had gone into a full seizure, it would have triggered safety checks and inquiries that would undoubtedly have led to Sarah's little side project being discovered. That would not just end Sarah's experiment but almost certainly end up with her in prison. Her only hope of reprieve would be that the system would look the other way in gratitude for solving the mental breakdown problem. But to do that, she had to have irrefutable proof first, through Kelly, that she had the solution.
Sarah was aware, though, as she looked down on the now unconscious Kelly, that she was feeling more than just worry about losing her experiment and personally getting punished. She thought of herself as a very practical person. She told herself that her work with Kelly was a necessity in service of the greater good. But her heart was telling her something more. She was angry because Kelly was hers and no one else's to toy with, not even an AI construct that was Sarah's own puppet. In the real world, Sarah had always been a shy, awkward woman. Her "practical" nature made it hard for her to get close to others. In this little pocket of Heaven, though, Sarah was God --- or more specifically Kelly's God. And she realized that she was a jealous God. As she tenderly stroked the head of the unconscious Kelly, Sarah made a vow that she would never leave Kelly alone with one her helpers again.
Chapter 6. Too Much is Never Enough
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Kelly knew by that point that she was helpless in Sarah's grasp, but she was also discovering something she thought she had lost in her time in Heaven: the inner strength that she had held in her real life. Her life before Heaven hadn't always been easy and her achievements there, unlike those in Heaven, required true fortitude. She had been hurt before her final terrible accident but always got back up. She could recall struggling when she felt like there wasn't an ounce of strength left, to scale a treacherous mountain peak or to keep swimming a seemingly impassable channel when it felt like she had nothing left to give. She had faced real danger before, when there was actual risk of death, and pushed through it. For all the incredible adventure Heaven had to offer, there had always been the awareness that there was no real risk and no real hardship, never a need to dig deep to find an inner core of strength. She had gone soft. But dealing with Sarah was letting her rediscover her power. Even if it was just to bear the unbearable and to refuse to collapse in despair, Kelly was pleasantly surprised to learn that she could still summon that inner mettle when she needed it. Although she hated that she had that sick pervert Sarah to thank for it.
Sarah always seemed to have some new horror ready to push her a little further, though, and Kelly could not help feeling true fear when Sarah seemed most excited. And so, she felt that fear rising when she was pulled out of her life to find herself stripped and chained up in another of Sarah's virtual dungeons, Sarah fixing her with a serious stare. Kelly's feet were anchored to the floor about two feet apart and her arms stretched by chains to the ceiling into an X pose, tight enough that she had no slack to move even an inch.
"Hello Kelly," Sarah began. "I know I'm going to sound like a broken record here, but for all the progress we're making, it still just isn't enough. I need iron-clad proof to go to my superiors and we just aren't there. There's a line I've been really reluctant to cross, but I can see it's going to be necessary."
"Please, Sarah," Kelly pleaded. "You keep telling me there's progress. Just go to your superiors and show them. I'm sure they'll believe you now. After all of this, after all you've put me through, how could you possibly need more?"
"Kelly, Kelly, Kelly..." Sarah tutted, "I know this hasn't been easy on you. But I can't risk them saying I don't have real proof and shutting all of this down."
"Just stop!" Kelly yelled, growing increasingly desperate. "You can't keep doing this! If you haven't got the proof you need by now, you've got to accept that you aren't going to get it. At this point, you're just torturing..."
"Hush." Sarah said simply and Kelly's voice was silenced. Kelly fixed Sarah with an angry stare while silently screaming her head off.
"I'm sorry, Kelly," Sarah said simply, "but this isn't open to debate. We're just going to have to take things to the next level. As you no doubt know, Heaven has some fairly strict rules on body modification. Everyone perfects their body to a degree here, but within boundaries. If a woman wants a giant rack or a man wants a monster cock, hell, if a woman wants a monster cock, that's their business. But everyone has to remain basically human and basically experience the world the same way a human being would. The original designers were too worried about how the human mind might break if people could just go wild with changes. Pretty much everyone here is fit and beautiful but no one has super powers or can choose to be a giant, or a dog, or have six arms, or whatever. Do you see what I'm getting at?"
Kelly could only shake her head angrily, unable to make any other reply.
"Those rules don't apply here in your personal pocket Heaven, but I've been hoping we could stick by them. I can see, though, that we have to think more outside the box. Let's start simple, shall we?"
Sarah brought forth a console and entered some commands. Kelly didn't know what Sarah had done but she was certain it wasn't good.
"The simplest adjustments we can make are to your perception," Sarah continued. She walked around behind Kelly, while Kelly shook in trepidation. Sarah brought her hands into Kelly's armpits and gave her a light tickle. Kelly's eyes practically bugged out of her head at how intense the tickling had been.
"I've adjusted the inputs to your sensory system to make you ten times as ticklish as you were before," Sarah said, continuing the assault on Kelly's armpits while she went out of her mind. She finally stopped, leaving Kelly collapsing limp in her bondage.
"That's not all I've changed, though," she continued. Sarah reached around Kelly's front and pinched a nipple. The pleasure was through the roof and sent Kelly instantly into an intense orgasm. Kelly could only roll her head back in a silent scream as Sarah kept rolling the nipple between her fingers and drawing out the orgasm for another minute. When she finally let go, Sarah once again collapsed, utterly spent.
"That's not all we can do, though," Sarah said, calling forth another console and making some more adjustments. She produced a lit match from seemingly nowhere and held it up to Kelly's eyes before slowly lowering it to her pussy. Kelly trembled with what little strength she had left, fearing the pain she was about to experience. When Kelly held the flame to her clit, she was shocked to find herself tickled out of her mind again.
"Imagination is the only limit," Sarah said simply as she held the small flame on Kelly's pussy keeping her in tickling agony. "I can make you perceive pain as tickling, cold as itching, a soft touch as a painful slap. I can make it so the feel of sunlight on your skin tickles you out of your mind, so the taste of strawberries makes you cum, whatever I want."
Sarah pushed a few more buttons on the console, resetting Kelly to her normal perceptions aside from the heightened ticklishness.
"But we can play with so much more than perception, here," Sarah continued, with a little more typing on the console. Immediately, Kelly felt a long forgotten sensation: a full bladder. Heaven had done away with the need for bodily functions and Kelly hadn't even given a second thought to the fact that she hadn't felt an urge to go to the bathroom since her accident. Suddenly, though, she felt a very urgent need to pee.
"I know it's a little undignified to piss yourself in front of someone else," Sarah continued, "but do you really think you have any dignity left around me?"
Kelly tried mightily to hold it in and might have succeeded until Sarah brought her fingers back into Kelly's pits and gave them a solid tickling. With her ticklishness still heightened, she immediately lost the fight and felt her bladder emptying despite her best effort. After all she had been through, she was still humiliated to lose control like this at Sarah's touch. More shockingly, though, she realized that she couldn't stop. No matter how much she released, her bladder was still painfully full and she couldn't keep it in as long as the damnable tickling continued. Sarah eventually stopped and tapped some more on the console and Kelly felt the pressure on her bladder ease.
"You don't have to feel so bad about pissing yourself like a little baby," Sarah said with a grin. "I have made some other modifications so your pee here is odorless and evaporates in under a minute. We'll have more fun with that later, but for now let's continue the demonstration."
Sarah pushed a few more buttons and Kelly immediately felt the strangest sensation in her chest. She watched in horror as her breasts grew to the size of watermelons and her nipples to the size of dinner plates, then watched in even greater horror as Sarah proceeded to tickle her giant and apparently very sensitive knockers until she couldn't breathe. A few more button pushes and her breasts shrank back to their normal size, much to Kelly's relief, only for her clit to swell out of its hood and grow to the size of a cucumber. Kelly gasped as Sarah grasped her swollen gland in one hand then proceeded to produce a feather duster and tickle her giant clit until she felt like she would pass out. A few more button pushes and her body once again returned to normal.
Sarah once again typed on her console, the fear rising in Kelly's chest as she waited for what new terror Sarah had in store for her. Sarah held her hand out, palm up, in front of Kelly's eyes. She wasn't sure what she was seeing as some weird fleshy growth appeared in Sarah's hand. It took her about ten seconds of staring at it to realize she was looking at her own pussy. She stared down in shock and could see that there was now nothing between her legs. Sarah blew a soft breath over the weirdly detached vulva sitting in her palm and Kelly shuddered as she felt that breath on her sensitive lower lips. As Sarah reached to the pussy with the fingernails of her other hand, Kelly madly shook her head trying to mouth the word "No!" When the fingernails touched the pussy in her hand, Kelly felt every ticklish scrape with the amplified ticklishness with which Sarah had cursed her. She silently screamed as Sarah tickled that pussy until Kelly felt like she would burst.
Sarah withdrew to take a seat about ten feet from Kelly. A few more taps on the console and Sarah had Kelly's ability to orgasm enabled and her sexual sensitivity through the roof. Producing a small brush, she teased the clit in her palm into an explosive orgasm as Kelly watched in horror at her pussy being manipulated from across the room. Sarah didn't stop until Kelly had cum five more times and was utterly broken by the tickling and ecstasy. Finally, she relented and with a few more keystrokes restored Kelly's body to its normal state, the pussy vanishing from her hand and reappearing between Kelly's legs.
"I hope you can appreciate this little demonstration, Kelly," Sarah said as the wreck of a woman shook uncontrollably in her bonds. "I'm sorry to say the kid gloves have come off. We will do what needs to be done here, no matter how hard it turns out to be."
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Once she had made the decision to abandon the rules about bodily integrity, Sarah didn't look back. And that opened a whole new dimension of terror for Kelly. It was one thing to face impossibly cruel new tickle tortures every day, but another to know that even your own body and ability to perceive the world were someone else's to manipulate.
Chapter 7. Back in The Real World
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Kelly was barely holding on to her sanity at this point. She had given up on holding on to any dignity when Sarah played with her, each session holding some new terror from Sarah's apparently limitless imagination for cruelty. It made it even worse that Sarah could never admit that her goals were anything but noble and selfless. But even if Sarah could dominate her artificial body, Kelly was determined not to let Sarah break her heart and soul. Her one saving grace was that Sarah was an actual person in the real world and couldn't be with her all of the time. Kelly didn't know exactly what Sarah did when they weren't together, but it was clear she had a life to live and a job to do and that her time with Kelly was their little secret. Their sessions were the bits and pieces of time Sarah could slip away to play in private while making sure no one else around her realized what she was doing. That, at least, left Kelly most of the day to live the life she wanted, even if it was occasionally with some of Sarah's meddling.
Unfortunately for Kelly, though, Sarah had been thinking the same thing. She was troubled that she could only tear away a couple of hours a day with Kelly and was determined to find a solution.
When Kelly next found herself summoned for a session, she was naked as usual but uncharacteristically unbound. She had been transported to a simple windowless room, bare of any furniture or decoration except for a large monitor on the wall. Visible in the monitor was Sarah, sitting at an ordinary looking desk and dressed atypically in some plain jeans and a t-shirt. Kelly realized from the little imperfections in the scene that she was looking through a camera into the real world.
"Hi, Kelly," the real Sarah waved to her from inside the monitor. "You've probably guessed that this is the real me you're seeing, not the virtual avatar you've come to know."
Sarah was clearly recognizable to Kelly. She had not taken any real liberties in creating an avatar version of herself, aside from smoothing out a few minor imperfections. Seeing her in real life, though, she did seem a little more human. She could perceive little tics betraying weakness and uncertainty that were never apparent in avatar Sarah. Kelly could almost see this Sarah as an actual, vulnerable human being. She shook herself out of it, though, reminding herself that this was her tormentor.
"You and I have come so far," Sarah continued. "But I think I've figured out why we just aren't progressing as fast as we need to. You see, I just don't have enough time for you. You're in there and I'm out here in the real world where I just can't give you the attention you need. And to fix that, I kind of need you out here. Now I can't quite do that, but our virtual sessions have given me an idea for how I can get enough of you out here to get the job done."
Kelly didn't know where this was going, but knew it wasn't going to be good. The real Sarah opened a drawer on the desk and retrieved an object from it, producing it in the palm of her hand. Kelly was embarrassed to admit that since Sarah had gotten into playing with her bodily integrity, she had become intimately acquainted with what her pussy looked like when detached from her body. Somehow, real world Sarah was holding her pussy in the palm of her hand.
"How?" Kelly breathed in disbelief.
"Oh, it isn't quite the real deal," Sarah said with a laugh. "It's a 3D-printed replica. But it is a marvel of engineering. It feels just like the real thing," Sarah said, stroking the tuft of pubic hair she had left Kelly and parting the soft lips with a finger. "More importantly, it's brimming with an array of sensors, wirelessly linked to your own brain and able to mimic every nerve impulse of the real thing. And all I need to do is connect it like so."
Sarah flicked a little switch on the underside of the artificial vulva and Kelly could immediately feel something change. She could feel the warmth of Sarah's hand cupping her vulva from underneath and a cool breeze from a fan in Sarah's office blowing across it. She could feel the change between her legs as the pussy vanished from her own body, effectively replaced by the one in Sarah's palm out in the real world.
"Tell me that isn't cool," Sarah said with a laugh. Kelly, however, felt only horror, feeling nothing but smoothness between her legs like a Barbie doll while seeing her snatch in the palm of Sarah's hand in the real world through the viewscreen. She could no longer so much as touch herself in her world, while she was completely vulnerable to Sarah in the real world.
"I can't bring all of you out here," Sarah said. "But let's just say that me and your delightfully ticklish pussy are going to be spending a lot more time together."
Sarah spidered her fingernails over the artificial vulva and Kelly instantly broke down into giggles as the phantom sensation of her crotch being tickled overwhelmed her. She tried to cover herself where her crotch should be, but it did nothing to protect her. She tried to protest but couldn't catch her breath to get a word out. Sarah mercifully relented and Kelly collapsed to her knees panting for breath.
"It gets even better," Sarah cooed with a devious smile. In the viewscreen Kelly could see her turn over the little model to reveal a panoply of controls on the backside.
"If I want to make you more ticklish, it's just a turn of a dial," Sarah remarked twisting a little knob on the device sharply to the right. She flipped the device over again and resumed her spider tickling. Kelly felt like she was going to jump out of her skin as she instantly felt her like her crotch had become ten times as ticklish. She collapsed on the ground into a squirming mess. It seemed like an eternity before Sarah relented again.
"It's a lot more than that, too," Sarah remarked as she turned the device over again and fiddled with some more controls. "You might be wondering why you didn't cum from that. Well guess what? I can control that from out here, too."
Sarah flipped the device over in the palm of one hand and picked up a little brush in the other. Kelly watched in terror as Sarah lightly teased the artificial clit with the brush. With the softest touch, Kelly's eyes rolled back in her head as an overwhelming lust overtook her. Even while she was being tickled like crazy, she felt like she was on the precipice of the most intense orgasm of her life but just couldn't cross the threshold. She squirmed on the ground helplessly as Sarah continued teasing her clit and holding Kelly in that state of unimaginable need. After another eternity, she finally relented again, leaving Kelly breathless and desperately horny but unable to do a thing about it.
"One more switch of a button..." Sarah cooed, once again turning the little pussy over in her hand and flicking a switch before flipping it back up. She brought the brush back to the artificial clit and with one more stroke Kelly exploded into an utterly mindblowing climax. She screamed as the intense pleasure combined with the maddening tickling until she was hoarse, feeling like she had experienced a lifetime of pleasure in a minute. She was just coming down and catching her breath when Sarah brought the brush back to her clit and resumed lightly tickling it. In an instant, she was back in the throes of the orgasm, cumming her brains out through the intense tickling of her clit. She could not have said how long it lasted as Sarah kept up the tickling and held Kelly in the midst of that impossibly intense climax. Sarah finally finished and readjusted some of the dials while Kelly could only lie there in a panting, giggling mess.
"Now we don't need to confine ourselves to treating you during just a few sessions a day. I can continue your treatment any time I want. This is going to be a whole new level for our relationship."
Kelly could only lie there in the exhaustion and intense afterglow as a feeling of dread overtook her with Sarah's ominous words.
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Sarah was true to her word. Sarah still kept up her normal sessions with Kelly, when she could take the opportunity to tickle and tease the rest of her body into madness. But Kelly's detached pussy had become like a favorite toy that Sarah carried everywhere she went. It was a secret she couldn't let out, but that still left her many new opportunities to torment Kelly. Sarah could keep the little pussy in her purse and reach in for an surreptitious tickle while she stood in line at the grocery store. Sarah didn't wear makeup, but she had taken to carrying an assortment of makeup brushes in her purse just for the devastating effect they had on Kelly's snatch. She could take it out and idly feather the slit while she sat her on sofa watching TV in the evening, sending Kelly instantly into madness. Most of the time, she had it set to prevent Kelly from cumming, jolting her out of whatever she was doing to tickle and edge her into a frenzy, only to leave her a hot, horny mess with no way to give herself relief. Sometimes, she'd feel more merciful and bring Kelly off. During a particularly boring meeting at work, she could reach into her purse, turn Kelly's sensitivity through the roof, flip on her ability to orgasm, and idly tease her clit with a single fingernail for half an hour while Kelly back in Heaven felt her world explode in a seemingly endless ticklish orgasm.
From Kelly's point of view, it was a nightmare. She tried to enjoy her free time in what was supposed to be Heaven. But it was nerve racking knowing that at any time she might be reduced to a helpless giggling mess. Even worse, the frequent edging left her unimaginably horny, only to find the same insensitive smoothness every time her hand drifted down below to do something about it. She tried to enjoy her virtual world when she was free to do so, but it was becoming impossible. Even knowing all the people around her were artificial didn't keep her from feeling absolutely humiliated every time Sarah turned her into a breathless, giggling wreck while she was enjoying a dinner out or woke her with a screaming orgasm from what was supposed to be a relaxing nap on the beach.
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For Sarah, too, it was proving hard not to take liberties. She often took the little pussy out to play with while she lay in bed. She told herself this was for Kelly's benefit and necessary to the cause, but it was hard for Sarah to ignore the itch in her own pussy every time she toyed with Kelly's. The urge got the better of her one evening as she lay in bed with Kelly's pussy in her hand. She had set up a monitor beside her bed to let her watch Kelly in Heaven as she played. Sarah set the pussy beside her and idly teased Kelly's lips with one hand while she used the other hand to tease her own needy snatch. In Heaven, Kelly had been in bed herself and sleeping. The first light touches caused her to moan and giggle in her sleep, Sarah enjoying the helpless, goofy little smile it brought out on the sleeping beauty. She soon picked up the pace and Kelly was shook awake. "Oh God!" Kelly cried as she was instantly transported to hell as lust and intense tickling consumed her hyper-sensitized pussy, along with the familiar sensation of an impending gut-wrenching orgasm that couldn't quite get there. Sarah took her time, teasing both of their lips as she built herself up. She eventually moved to their clits, softly rubbing herself to a climax while she sent Kelly to new levels of torment. As she felt her own orgasm approach, Sarah reached underneath the artificial pussy to turn on Kelly's own ability to cum. In the instant Sarah's climax took her, she used a fingertip to give Kelly's clit one more tickle, sending Kelly into tickling ecstasy as an overwhelming orgasm consumed her. She kept Kelly at that peak as Sarah's own orgasm rocked her, watching Kelly writhe in ecstasy and ticklish torment through her own climax. Sarah finally released Kelly as she herself came down and settled into the afterglow. A part of Sarah's conscience told her it was wrong to make it so personal; her work with Kelly was for the cause, not for her own sexual gratification. But it felt so good that she knew she would be doing it again before long.
Sarah began to cross even bigger lines when she had Kelly in-person. She had started to indulge in touching herself during Kelly's sessions, sometimes manipulating Kelly herself with one hand while her other caressed her own soaking snatch, sometimes letting tickle pads or her AI helpers do the work while Sarah sat back and played with her own needy nipples and pussy. Her biggest breach came one day when she had Kelly bound to a chair and blindfolded. Sensation pads were brutally tickling Kelly's soles and armpits while Sarah had programmed her to be edged into a fever pitch by the feeling of thousands of immensely ticklish little insects dancing on her swollen clit. Sarah then made Kelly's nipples and tongue as sensitive as a clitoris and had an Eve sit on Kelly's lap, groping and making out with her while she was helpless with silent laughter. Sarah watched from the side, pleasing herself, but finally had too much. She pulled away the Eve and took its place on Kelly's lap, while tapping some controls to give Kelly back her ability to orgasm. Then Sarah went to town, deeply French kissing the blindfolded Kelly and kneading her tits while Kelly was driven to one laughing, screaming orgasm after another. "Who's going to know?" Sarah silently asked herself, feeling more happy and satisfied than she ever had in her life.
Chapter 8. Prison Break
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Kelly didn't know what was going through Sarah's head, but she knew that things were escalating out of control. She had become Sarah's 24/7 plaything and no matter how hard she tried to retain some shred of independence, she knew she couldn't take much more of this. She felt ready to give in to despair, to realize that she simply couldn't endure any more. But then she remembered the woman she had once been, the one who had never shied away from a challenge. She reminded herself that had once dragged herself down a mountain in a blizzard with a broken leg. She wasn't going to let this one evil witch break her.
But what ultimately proved the turning point for Kelly was a casual comment from Sarah one day, in the midst of one of their sessions: "For all the progress we've made, I think it's just not going to be compelling with only one case. If I can just get a few more test subjects like you, I think we'll have the evidence we need in no time." Knowing that Sarah was thinking about how to rope more innocent victims into her schemes was the final straw for Kelly. She decided in that moment that she wasn't going to give in. She wasn't even going to endure. She was going to find a way to fight back.
How, though? Kelly racked her brain. She had tried and failed to appeal to Sarah's mercy or sense of decency without finding an ounce of sympathy. And Sarah's absolute power over Kelly had only made her grow ever more terrible with time. There was no hope to be found in appealing to Sarah's conscience. And there was no one else she could appeal to in the pocket world Sarah had built for her. Every single person she could reach was an AI construct specifically programmed to be incapable of believing or helping her. She had no way to get a message to the normal Heaven, where there was presumably some AI replica of herself off having simulated fun in her name. And there was no way for her to have any impact on the real world where help might actually be found. Or was there?
She remembered that she did have one link to the real world. Her own brain and what was left of her original flesh-and-blood body were sitting in a facility somewhere in the real world wired into the virtual prison she now inhabited. But she couldn't control that flesh-and-blood body. She wasn't even consciously aware of it anymore. Still, there had to be some way she could use it to send a signal. She again racked her mind trying to remember what she knew about Heaven's operation in the real world. She had heard about it --- everyone had. There had been a huge PR operation to encourage everyone to accept Heaven as this great blessing that would change the way we lived our lives forever. People had naturally been nervous, unwilling to trust the risks of being plugged into a machine and locked forever into a virtual construct. The Heaven PR team had provided numerous assurances of all the checks, safety protocols, and other guarantees that Heaven would be nothing but a perfect life for everyone who chose it, at least as long as their brains could be kept alive and healthy. Kelly laughed bitterly, knowing how Sarah had learned to work around all of those checks to make Kelly her plaything. Or had she?
"Think!" Kelly urged herself. She tried to remember any detail that might be relevant. She recalled all the attention to assuring that people's physical bodies were being kept safe and healthy while their minds were occupied in the machines. Vital signs were monitored constantly. Some actual people had to check on her real body, tend to her basic physical needs, and respond if there was a medical crisis. Sarah couldn't be doing all of that herself. There had to be other people looking after the remains of her physical body and providing medical care when it was needed. Sarah must have hacked the software to keep her brain scans from prying eyes, so no one would realize how she was being tortured every day. But other people had to be monitoring the health of her body and Sarah couldn't risk them finding her seriously ill or dead and discovering that the alarms on her vitals had been disabled. That was it, Kelly realized. She needed to figure out how to trigger her real body to require medical attention. If she did, real medical personnel would have to investigate and Sarah's tampering would be discovered.
"Okay, okay," Kelly urged herself on. "Now we're getting somewhere."
But how could she trigger the sort of alarm that would call for medical attention when Sarah had seemingly disabled her normal safeties? She tried to remember what she knew about her own physical condition. They had told her about her accident when she first awoke in Heaven, about what they could and couldn't do for her, about how she had been kept alive and linked into Heaven's matrix. It was something she hadn't wanted to dwell on at the time, but now she tried her best to recall. There were a host of machines there to keep her brain and other vital organs alive as long as possible. There wasn't much she could control. She couldn't give herself a heart attack; she wasn't even sure if she had a biological heart anymore. A sufficiently elevated heart rate should trigger an alarm, but if the inhuman tickling Sarah had put her through hadn't done that already, then nothing would. What else could she control? And then she hit on something Sarah had realized long back: her brain was the one thing that couldn't be replaced and it had to be monitored for trouble. So what about her brain, short of death, could trigger an alarm that would bring medical attention? A seizure. Her brain state was under constant monitoring and they had to have checks in place to watch for that. Sarah couldn't risk disabling that and potentially getting her killed. So that was her escape: if she could find a way to trigger a seizure, or at least some other state of agitation severe enough to look like one, it would bring attention Sarah couldn't avoid.
She would have to figure out a way to make her situation extreme enough that she would produce a brain scan so abnormal that it could trigger a seizure alarm. And here, Kelly realized, Sarah had actually inadvertently helped her. Most residents of Heaven had literally no way to experience any kind of distress that might bring them there, but Sarah had turned off all of those protections for Kelly to make her relentless tickling and sexual torment possible. When Sarah was torturing her, she was carefully monitoring Kelly's mental state and could back off before it went to far the danger zone. Kelly just needed to push herself past that, to subject herself to distress strong enough to bring her through the danger zone and trigger an alarm. From there, the pieces all fell into place. Because if there was one thing Sarah had taught Kelly about herself, it was exactly how to push her buttons and drive her to madness.
She knew her plan couldn't work, though, if Sarah was watching her or showed up too soon and realized what was going on. She was only going to get one shot at this and she needed to be sure Sarah would be distracted. But how? Sarah never shared what was going on in her life outside of her sessions with Kelly and Kelly had no way to create a distraction in the real world. But maybe, she mused, she didn't need to. Kelly started to study the timing of their sessions and she discovered that there were tells, little signs that Sarah was going to be away for a while. A particularly brutal tickling session, if it wasn't followed up with some tenderness to her 3D-printed pussy, seemed to be a pretty good hint that Sarah was busy. Leaving Sarah with a sensation pad teasing and edging her was often a sign that Sarah was going to be away for a bit and wanted Kelly hot and bothered when she returned. She pieced together all the little clues and learned to predict when Sarah's attention was going to be off her for a while. She couldn't control when Sarah was going to be occupied, but she could make a pretty good guess when an opportunity was presenting itself.
Sarah found her opportunities and started putting together the pieces she would need to put herself into extreme distress. Bit by bit when she could infer that Sarah was occupied elsewhere, she snuck away to assemble her own little self-torture chamber. She couldn't duplicate everything Sarah could do to her, but she could use the freedom she had and the knowledge Sarah had given her about her own tickle hot spots to set up a facility of her own that would get the job done. Once it was ready, she watched and waited for her chance. Until one day the signs were all there that she would have a long while when Sarah would be occupied with real life and unable to check on her. Kelly decided it was now or never.
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Back in the real world, Sarah had a minor surgical procedure she couldn't put off. She would have to be out of touch for a few hours with no way to check on Kelly. She hated to leave Kelly even for a little while, but sometimes it was unavoidable. She would need to keep Kelly's virtual pussy and her other devices locked away until the doctors were done with her. She had at least left Kelly to feel continually teased and edged in her absence so she would be appropriately eager to play when Sarah returned.
At the same time, Kelly saw the signs and quickly hopped a portal to the hidden tickle dungeon she had built for herself. She crawled into an X-frame surrounded by a fiendish array of devices she had been able to collect and assemble into her own makeshift tickle machine. She activated a timer, giving her one minute before the system came to life. She then quickly stripped naked and strapped herself into the strict bondage device she had assembled, attaching ankle cuffs and tying back her toes, then locking down her legs, torso, chest, and head before finally snapping her wrists into self-locking cuffs. She knew every instinct would be for her to escape her own self-imposed torture and she had to put herself in a position where she couldn't back out. Immobilized and unable to change her mind, she steeled herself as the devices came to life, a fiendish panoply of tools descending on every one of the awful tickle spots Sarah had revealed to her. Kelly screamed as they made contact, immediately desperate to escape but having ensured she could do nothing but endure.
While Sarah underwent her procedure, Kelly was pushed to her limits and beyond. She had taken every precaution to ensure she couldn't get free, couldn't pass out, couldn't do anything but go to the brink of what her mind was capable of enduring and beyond. If it had been the real world, she surely would have had a heart attack by that point. But the torment of her every tickle spot just kept getting worse while she herself went mad. She saw stars, hallucinated, and started to dissociate. If Sarah had been there, she surely would have seen the abnormal brain activity and eased off. But there was no one to ease off now. Kelly's virtual body screamed in silent laughter while her mind was dragged into an altered state of consciousness until she lost all awareness of her surroundings.
When Sarah got out of her procedure, the first thing she did was to turn on a cellphone to remotely check on Kelly. "Oh, fuck!" she screamed, seeing that she had missed alarm after urgent alarm telling her that Kelly's brain activity had entered and passed the danger zone. She rushed out of the doctor's office and raced to her own office where she could access her systems, log into the virtual world, and tend to Kelly. But she was too late.
Chapter 9. The Aftermath
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Kelly awoke in an unfamiliar room surrounded by people she didn't know. All of them seemed deeply concerned about her well-being, carefully checking on her, coaxing her through various mental tests, and responding patiently to her many questions. Once they were sure she was all right, they filled her in on what had happened even while they continued to question her about what she had been through.
From them, Kelly learned that her plan had worked. Her brain scans triggered alarms that brought immediate medical attention before Sarah could act to stop it. As the many unusual features of her situation became apparent to her minders, that quickly raised alarm bells high in the security systems of the Heaven operation and prompted more intense investigation. The many layers of security Sarah had carefully bypassed were all exposed and the electronic records of Kelly's mental and physical state were seen by fresh eyes. The medical team trying to figure out what had happened to her and how to treat her began to piece together that something very, very wrong had been going on.
It didn't take long for all signs to point to Sarah. By the time she rushed into her office to try to get to Kelly, a team of security officers was waiting to detain her. Sarah had tried to talk her way out of it and convince the officers that this was a misunderstanding. She might have succeeded, at least until they searched her and found the artificial pussy wirelessly linked directly to Kelly's brain. There was no talking her way out of that. A detailed inquiry was undertaken and all of the changes Sarah had made to Kelly's situation came out: the pocket universe Sarah had created for her and trapped her inside, the disabling of the safeties that kept her from being tortured, even the reactivation of Kelly's sex drive. A team of investigators pieced together enough that Sarah broke and confessed the rest.
In the meantime, the unconscious Kelly had been rescued, moved back to the proper Heaven, and attended by a team of specialists in both the real and virtual worlds to nurse her back to mental and physical health. Lying in her virtual bed, exhausted as she took in the news, she could still revel in the immense relief it brought. She was free. She had beaten Sarah at long last.
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Ironically, Kelly's escape did finally end up helping Sarah prove her theories and save the people of Heaven. The investigation into Kelly's treatment brought a lot of new prying eyes, which led to whistleblowers, and ultimately brought the plague of madness that had been secretly taking over Heaven to the light of day. The coverup was swept aside and replaced by real studies into the problem and how to solve it, which ultimately confirmed Sarah's hypotheses and led to real reform. Heaven became something different --- not a perfect paradise anymore, but not bad. In the process, Sarah had become something of a hero to many. Too many people were already in Heaven, or knew they were likely heading there themselves, and had Sarah to thank for their salvation. As monstrous as her treatment of Kelly was, many agreed that her actions had served the greater good. There was talk that she might even get a full pardon.
For Kelly's part, she tried her best to put it behind her. She couldn't really go anywhere else but Heaven, but it was easy enough to change her identity there and forge a new life. She found a place for herself in the new Heaven, which was a bit grubbier and less heavenly, but once again gave her the freedom to pursue a life of her choosing. Nothing too bad could happen to anyone, even in the reformed Heaven --- you still couldn't die, be permanently maimed, or really suffer (unless you wanted to) --- but now a hot stove burned, a fall hurt, a stubbed toe could make you swear, and a feather could make you laugh. Kelly was fine with that and resumed her life of extreme adventure, with a heightened appreciation for everything now that it once again involved at least a little risk and hardship.
Kelly was also interested to see that with the reforms, sex life had become a thing in Heaven. There were hookups galore, brothels, sex clubs catering to all manner of perversions --- even tickling dungeons. Kelly found herself torn by the discovery. She still had nightmares about the torments Sarah had put her through. There were moments where she shuddered at the thought that Sarah might return and reveal that Kelly's escape had all been itself a computer-generated illusion before returning Kelly to her life of helpless, hellish tickling. But she also couldn't deny sometimes missing the intensity of the experience, not to mention the otherworldly orgasms Sarah could rip from her body.
Kelly had even learned to take some satisfaction from the fact that she had, however unwillingly, ended up helping a lot of people. Although Kelly had chosen to remain anonymous, she was at least pleased to discover that many people believed that the mystery woman who had suffered under Sarah's torments, not Sarah herself, was the real hero of the story. Kelly returned to her dream life, for however long she had, but with a new appreciation that doing good for other people had some place in a life well lived, even a virtual one. But that a life well lived might also involve, now and then, visiting one of those tickling dungeons and letting herself be driven to her limits and beyond --- although, from now on, always on her own terms.
