series: The Kidnapped Bellydancer

Back at Jamie’s apartment…

Jamie was floating on cloud nine while he took his shower. Steam filled his entire bathroom as he ran through the events of the past 48 hours in his mind a thousand times: the “nick of time” rescue, his finger in Jen’s soft, deep bellybutton, the way she moaned, how beautiful she looked in her costume. He still couldn’t believe what was happening.  

“If someone came up to me and told me this would happen, I’d have thought they were crazy!”  He chuckled to himself as he turned off his shower and wrapped a towel around his toned waist and hips.

While drying off, the possibility of all this being just an amazing dream popped into his head.  Maybe none of this happened.  Maybe it was all just the daydreamings of a man in love. Maybe that cheesesteak was coming back to haunt him.  He thought the latter might be more plausible until something told him to look in his jacket pocket.  There, stuffed inside, was a note and when he read it, his piercing blue eyes widened:

Here’s the address to my house.  Be here by 7 p.m.  Your reward will be waiting.  See you then, hero.
 – Jennifer

And next to her name was a cartoon sketch of her in a backbend with a jewel in her deep bellybutton.

Jamie, who still wasn’t convinced, pinched himself.

“OW! Damn, that hurt!  So, it wasn’t a dream!  I really do have a date with a gorgeous bellydancer!”  Jamie’s confidence skyrocketed until he saw the clock read 6:30.  “Yikes!  I better get in gear! Can’t keep a beautiful lady waiting!”

He had a noticable spring in his step as he put on his best outfit: a nice dress shirt, casual sportsjacket and jeans that weren’t too tight, but tight enough to give the ladies a nice rear view.  He sprayed on one spritz of cologne before waking outside to his car. He got into his cherry red ’69 Ford Mustang and drove to Jennifer’s house in record time which more than likely broke a few speeding laws.  What was even more amazing was that he didn’t get pulled over for it.

“Okay, Baxter. Probably not the best thing for a detective to speed… but you have a good excuse.”  He reasoned to himself.

He walked up the cobblestone walkway to the front door with a dozen long-stemmed roses in his hand and rang the doorbell.  He expected for her to open the door but instead, the first thing he heard was…

“Mew.”

The orange kitten she had adopted from her ordeal poked its cute little head out the kitty door and looked up at Jamie.

“Hey, little guy.”  He said as he knelt down to pet him.  The kitten remembered him and purred as he nuzzled his head into his hand.

“Is you mistress around?”

“Indeed she is,” A voice answered.  Jamie looked up to see Jennifer standing in the doorway. She was wearing an elegant short red dress that had a section cut out to expose her midriff and deep innie.

 The detective’s eyes nearly bugged out at how stunning she looked.

“Wow!” Jamie whispered as he slowly stood up.  He wanted to take in every inch of her curvaceous body. “You look… beautiful!”

“Thank you.”  She blushed.  Well, come on in. We have quite the night ahead of us.”  

“Thanks.”  Jamie smiled.  Both, however, hoped it would last for longer than just one night.  Jamie walked inside and looked around.  Her house was spacious and beautifully decorated, just how he pictured it.

“You have a nice house.” He commented before remembering- “Oh… um… these are for you.” He stammered as he handed her the bouquet.

“Oh, they’re lovely! Thank you!”  She said taking in their wonderful perfume.

“They don’t compare to you.”  Jamie smiled in thought.

“I’ll go put these in some water.  Make yourself at home.”

“Thank you.”

Jamie walked to the plush couch in the living room and sat down.  The little kitten padded behind him and clumsily began climbing up to join him.  The detective couldn’t help but chuckle as the timy feline worked to lift  leg to her his next grip.

“Need a hand, little fella?”  Jamie reached down to give the kitten a boost, but the tiny cat mewed in refusal as if to say, “I got this.”  Jamie playfully backed his hands away and smiled.  “Okay, little man.  Have at it.”  A few minutes passed and soon the baby cat had hoisted himself up and was now sitting next to his new friend. Jen came out of the kitchen with a vase holding the roses and placed them on the end table before sitting down herself.

“I have to say, you have gotten quite famous, Mr. Hero.  My boss told me that news reporters and every talk show on tv wants to book you.”

“Really? I didn’t do all that much. It wasn’t that big of a deal.”

Jeniffer marveled at how humble Jamie was.  In his mind, he didn’t save the life of a beautiful woman; he was just doing his job.

“Yes, it was! You saved my life.”  She reassured.  “if it wasn’t for you, my bellybutton would be permanently pierced. And I’m not a piercing type of girl.”

“Thank God!”  Jamie thought as he stared at her deep, innie bellybutton. He still couldn’t believe he had saved it and the beautiful young lady attached to it. In fact, he was growing fond of Jen, not just because of her navel, but because she was breathtaking.  And Jen was mesmerized by how handsome he looked now that she had time to notice.  She remembered that he had his hair in a ponytail when he saved her but decided to let his hair down for tonight.

“Is he hot or what?”  She thought to herself.  “I wonder how his hair would feel it some fell into my bellybutton.”

Both were brought out of their thoughts by the tiny kitten meowing loudly.

“Not now, kitty, dinner will be ready soon.”  Jen said as she tried to shoo the kitten away, but the little cat persisted and meowed even louder.  Jamie looked down to play with the little cat figuring he just wanted attention when a scent alerted him.  He sniffed the air a couple of times and then looked up at Jen.  That was when he saw the source of the smell.

“Um… Jen… something’s burning.”  He said pointing to the kitchen.

Jen turned around to see smoke billowing out of the kitchen.

“OH, CRAP! My lasagne!”

Jen got up from the couch and ran to the kitchen with Jamie and her kitten right at her heels.  She swung open the oven door and a cloud of black smoke hit them square in the face. They both staggered back, coughing from the noxious fumes. Jen waved some of it away and reached in to grab what was left of the lasagna with a pair of oven mitts asJamie went to open a window to let the smoke out.

“Is it all right?” He asked.

Jen, who was coughing, replied “Um… sure… if you dont mind eating charcoal smothered in cheese and marinara sauce.”

She showed him the casserole pan with the ruined lasagne and they both started to chuckle.  The chuckling turned to laughing and it and got even louder when they saw each other with smoke-smudged faces.

“You look ridiculous!”  Jen laughed.

“Look who’s talking!”  Jamie laughed back. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Your belly isn’t black, too, is it?”

Jen looked down and noticed that, miracuously, her belly was soot free.

“Nope, all clean!”  She replied.

“Better make sure there’s none hiding in your bellybutton. You know smoke can get into everything.”

“Of course!” Jen chuckled.

Jamie stuck his finger in her deep navel and fingered her innie slowly.  The deliberate motion made Jen let out a soft moan in response.

“Here, let me give you a hand.”

Jennifer did a slow, deep backbend with his finger still deep in her navel. Jamie smiled and wiggled his finger quickly before pulling it out.  He wanted to save some for his REAL reward later.

“There, all clean.”  He said.

Jen stood up and smiled back at Jamie before tossing the lasagne into the trash can.  She was upset that her dinner plans fell through, but her heart lightened when she realized now they had lots of room for dessert.

“We can eat later.  Right now, I’d like to get freshened up for your reward.”

Jamie’s heart skipped a beat when she brought up the reason he was here in the first place.

“Yeah, I’d better get cleaned up, too.”

“Well, I have a spare bathroom down the hall you can use.”

“Thanks.  I won’t be long.”

As Jen went into her bathroom, Jamie saw to cleaning his own face off. He was extremely excited, already picturing all the wonderful things that were to come.  What he didn’t know was that someone was planning a sneak preview.

“Ready when you are, love.” Jen said from behind. Jamie was ecstatic about what he might see and when he turned around, his jaw nearly dropped. Jen was wearing the sexiest bellydancer outfit he hd every seen.  It was a bellydancer version of the “Slave Leia” bikini and Jamie, being a HUGE Star wars fanatic thought “Thank you!”

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 And this time, a radiant ruby was lodged deep inside her deep, delicious bellybutton. Oh, the fun he could have getting it out.

“You like?” Jen did a little turn to show her costume from every possible angle and Jamie let out a loud whistle in response.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”  She giggled.  “Now, if you’ll follow me to my bedroom, I’ll give you your reward.”

She seductively switched her hips as she walked to her room, leaving a stunned Jamie dumbfounded and drooling. It took the little kitten biting him on the leg to snap him out of it.

“Thanks, kitty.  I needed that.”  He was more thankful the kitten was too small to bite any higher.

Jamie followed Jen into the bedroom where she was double-checking her navel jewel to make sure it was nice and snug. She glanced up at Jamie and smiled, rolling her belly once, making the jewel reflect the light coming from her lamp.

“Now, you’re gonna get something I’ve never given anyone else in my life.” She said with a grin.

“And what would that be?”  He asked.

“A private bellydance… with full access to my bellybutton. You’ve earned it.  So, for tonight… I’m your genie. Your wish is my command, master.”  She whispered in his ear in a low, sexy voice.  Jamie felt shivers go down his spine and knew he was in for a rare treat.

She took him to an ornate chair where he could sit and watch. He felt just like the sultan of a harem.  She flashed a sexy smile before turning on her stereo to begin her special dance. She spread open a large, gold veil in front of her. It shimmered in the light before she brought it down to reveal her eyes behind a matching veil. She then raised it to show her rolling belly with the ruby inside her deep bellybutton. Jamie was in heaven.  He sat there dumbstruck, staring at her midriff and the jewel in the center of it.  As the music played, Jen performed the most alluring dance ever complete with shimmies, figure 8’s, hip drops and belly rolls.  In the middle of the song, she sauntered closer to him and with her navel mere centimeters from his face, she fluttered her belly in front of him in time with the music. Then she did a slow, deep backbend. While in her backbend, she rolled her belly and the point of the jewel touched the bottom of her navel. Jamie marveled at how long she could stay in that position but he was taken by how soft the skin of her taut belly looked. His fingers gently glided across her and it quivered, momentarily breaking the cadence her belly roll was in and making her giggle. His index finger circled her bejeweled navel softly making her arch up more.  She loved his touch as it was a stark contrast to her kidnapper.  He couldn’t resist. His hand crept closer to her undulating belly and pushed the jewel deeper inside, making her pant. She felt the pressure, but did not tell him to stop. She sucked her belly in a bit to maximize the sensation. Jamie pushed the jewel in harder, making Jen pant even harder. Jamie loved hearing the noises he made, but decided to stop pushing on the navel jewel.  He wanted her to continue her dance. Jen was a little disappointed that he stopped, but knew there would be more to come.

“You dance beautifully.”  He whispered.

“Thank you.”  She whispered back as she slowly straightened up. She lifted her slender arms above her head as she shimmied and her eyes smiled at Jamie. She danced around his chair before stopping at his right side. Her rolling belly faced him before she turned around.  Jamie was unsure of what she had planned until she slowly bent back over his lap, something she never did at the Genie’s Bottle. She arched her belly high and did slow shimmies that made her belly pop up and down… or in and out if she were standing.  She called them “belly pops” because that’s what it looked like her belly was doing. Jamie was over the moon and, unable to resist, pushed the jewel again. This time, the point went into the little hole in her innie. Jen gasped as the point entered the forbidden chambers of her navel and involuntarily arched her back even more. Jamie pushed a bit more, watching as her bellybutton seemed to close itself around the jewel. This never happened to Jen before and she loved it. She let out a moan as Jamie pushed the jewel even more. This went on for a few minutes before a light buld went off.

“Hang on.”  Feeling emboldened, Jamie reached into his jeans pocket and took out a qtip.  He looked from the q-tip in hiss right hand to Jen’s navel as images ran through his head. “Do I dare?”  He asked himself in his head before nodding in affirmation. “I dare!”

He slowly lowered the qtip towards her ruby-filled bellybutton and slowly circled the rim.  Jen giggled and arched to give him some help.  He used the qtip to gently pry the ruby from her deep navel, freeing it from its soft, skin prison.  Once the jewel was free, he slowly stroked the inner rim, tickling her. He watched with a smile as Jen’s belly twitched and jiggled from the cotton swab circling inside her innie. He then slipped the q-tip inside her bellybutton, making her squirm around as the cotton brushed the bottom of her deep navel. Jen giggled and arched her belly high, letting him know he could do anything he wanted.

“Just so you know, there is a little hole that is very sensitive.” She informed in between giggles and pants.

‘Is that a fact?”  Jamie asked as he continued to deeply tickle her bellybutton. “Where is it?”

“Right in the center of my innie. Dead center.”  She giggled more.

“Oh really? Well, let’s see if I can find it.” Jamie poked around with the q-tip until he felt it sink in a little. “Ah ha!” He pushed a bit harder, making the white cotton disappear halfway into the depths of Jen’s bellybutton.  He let it go and was amazed that the qtip was sticking straight up. Jen decided to really amaze him and rolled her belly making the cotton swab dance. As she did, she began to pant because the softness of the qtip tickled the hypersensitive inner chamber.

“Twist it, please. It’s extremely sensitive.”  Jen whispered. “When I’m tickled there, I can’t stop panting.”

This threw Jamie for a loop.  It was just hours ago that Jennifer was subjected to hours of tickle torture at the hands of a now deceased kidnapper. The trauma from that could scar a person for life and here she was asking him to tickle her to the point of breathlessness as she most likely was driven to during her captivity.

“Really? Are you sure you want me to, considering…”

Jen sensed the apprehension in his voice and understood why he’d hesitate.  But to her, there was no comparison. The kidnapper did what he did out of envy and malice.  His touch reflected that.  Jamie’s exhibited trust and love which was why she had no problems being tickled by him at all.

“Please.” She arched and begged. “Do anything you want. I’m yours.” If this was a dream, Jamie wasn’t about to be stupid and wake himself up. He reached out to grab it, only to have it pulled away as Jen sucked in her stomach. She smiled and looked up at him for a moment. “Work for it.”

Each time Jamie reached for it, she’d either suck in her stomach or move her belly out of his reach.

“Tease.”  He smirked.

“Can’t make it too easy for you.”  She winked before letting her head fall back.  After a few minutes of Jen playing keep-away with her belly, Jamie finally managed to grab the cotton swab and twirl it around. Jen immediately started bucking up and down as the q-tip tickled the first of her hidden bellybutton chambers. She laughed and panted as he twisted the qtip in more. Her belly writhed and twitched violently, but she didn’t mind at all. She was going to tell him about the second chamber when she felt said qtip enter.  Her head fell back as her breathing turned into erratic, yet sensual panting.  Jamie could hardly believe he was tickling the belly button of the most beautiful belly dancer in town just as Jen couldn’t believe such a handsome man was doing the tickling.  It was a dream come true for both of them.  But the night was still young…

Elsewhere, Det. Jamie was hot on the trail of Jennifer and her kidnapper. He had gotten a lead from the audio forensics team regarding something he heard on the tape.  The sound of a train whistle was heard and from the timestamp on the tape, he knew of only one train that ran at that specific time.  Its route ran near an abandoned warehouse that was scheduled to be condemned that month.

“I knew that whistle sounded familiar!” Jamie screamed in his head as he grabbed his coat, sidearm and badge and ran for his unmarked cruiser.   A couple of officers who knew how Jamie operated knew when he ran out like that, he was on the verge of solving a case.  Without even a nod from Jamie, they followed him and got into their cruisers to aid any way they could.  Knowing where to find Jennifer, Jamie drove like a madman with the two officers trailing close behind taking care that they didn’t use their lights or sirens.  A dangerous kidnapper like this one had nothing to lose and had no qualms about getting rid of any witnesses.

“Just hang on… I’m coming.”  His heart threatened to beat out of his chest as he drove to the rescue. In his mind he hoped that he wouldn’t arrive too late.

—

Time was quickly running out as the spike drew considerably lower and closer to Jen’s helpless bellybutton. The man watched in sadistic delight as she tried to control her struggling. Jennifer tried to be careful to not accidently lift her bellybutton up to the spike, unfortunately it was all in vain as still it lowered.

“HELP!! SOMEBODY, HELP ME! PLEASE!!”  She cried out in sheer panic.

She kept moving her belly from side to side, hoping to get it away from the deadly spike that threatened her lovely deep navel, but no matter what she tried, some part of her silken belly was still in danger of being skewered.  Neither she nor the kidnapper had any idea that Jamie had snuck in alone with his gun drawn and following Jen’s desperate cries for help, he was mere yards away from their location.  Jamie slowly peeked around the corner to see Jen tied to a metal table and the spike so low that, even though her belly was sucked in as far as possible, the tip of it rested on the bottom of the inside of her bellybutton, causing all but a few squirms to cease. The man, with his back to the detective, watched with glee as the spike moved to permanently pierce Jennifer’s heavenly bellybutton.  Jen had her eyes closed tightly and said a silent prayer, anticipating the grisly end of her.

“Come on, Jamie!  THINK!  There has to be something!”  He shouted in his mind.  His eyes scanned the room frantically until they fell on the answer to both his and Jennifer’s prayers-the lever of the machine that was lowering the spike.  Jamie held his breath, took aim and fired what he hoped was a life-saving shot.

*BANG*

The bullet hit the lever enough to make the spike rise out of Jennifer’s quivering navel.

“FREEZE!”  Jamie shouted. His gun was trained on the kidnapper as Jen suddenly felt the sharp pressure of the spike leaving her bellybutton. Still holding in her stomach, she opened one eye to see it up and let out a sigh of relief as she relaxed her belly.  If her bellybutton wasn’t as deep as it was, she would have been a goner minutes ago.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”  She sighed.

“Keep your hands up where I can see them!”  Jamie ordered as he held the gun on the kidnapper.
The man did as ordered and help up his hands as the spike was hoisted back into the air.  But, like most devious villains, he still had one more trick up his sleeve, so to speak.

“Fine. But tell me this. What’s more important to you. Taking me in to face justice… or saving her?”  The kidnapper asked with a sneer. His middle finger hits a button hidden in the sleeve of his jacket which activates a five minute timer.  “When the timer hits ZERO, that spike will drop like a lead balloon right in her precious innie! Think you can save her before she ends up with a pierced bellybutton, hero?”

Jen screams again in terror distracting Jamie, giving the kidnapper an opening to rush the detective.  Jen’s attention was divided among the wrestling men, the timer, and the huge spike dangling high above her precious bellybutton.

“It’s too late, hero!  If I can’t have Jen and her deep bellybutton, NOBODY CAN!”  The kidnapper yelled.  As the men fight for control of the gun and Jen struggles to free herself to get her belly and navel away from danger, Jamie’s gun goes off; the sound making Jennifer shriek in surprise. She looks over to see both men standing frozen in time. A tear fell from Jen’s eye as she feared that her rescuer had been shot, but as the teardrop fell to the floor… so did the kidnapper.  He was dead from a fatal gunshot wound to his navel.  A fitting end.

“That was too close.”  Jamie whispered. He had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, though.

“HELP ME, PLEASE! TIME’S ALMOST UP!”  Jen screamed as she struggled.

She was right.  During the fight, time had passed and now there was only a minute left on the clock and what was worse, during the struggle, the kidnapper’s button that could stop the timer was destroyed. Jamie had to act quickly so he pointed his gun at the chain holding the spike hoping a bullet would jam the gears long enough to free Jennifer.

“No! Don’t do that!” Jen shouted. “It’ll fall right in my bellybutton!”

Jamie couldn’t risk that so, thinking fast, he quickly moved to untie her. He got the ropes untied from her ankles quickly, but the knot tying her wrists together was complex and he only had forty-five seconds left.  He wiped the sweat from his hands and quickly started on the rope.

“Hurry, please!”  She begged.

If there was ever a time for his Eagle Scout knot-tying merit badge to come in handy, it was now!

“Come on! Come on! Just a little more…”  He murmured.

Jen watched with fearful eyes as the timer counted down from five seconds. Just as it hit 00:01, Jamie got the knot untied and pulled her off the table onto the floor and they both hear the slam of the metal spike on the steel table where her navel had just been a mere second ago.  Jamie was lying next to Jen while she was on her back from being pulled from certain navel doom.  Both were breathing a sigh of relief as Jamie unconsciously ran a hand down Jen’s heaving stomach.

“I knew spending two weeks earning that merit badge would pay off.”  Jamie sighed as he looked down at Jennifer.  “Are you all right?” He stuck his finger in her deep innie to feel for anything abnormal.  Jennifer subconsciously arched into it letting out a quiet gasp.

“Yeah, I-I’m fine.” Jen replied with a deep breath. “Thanks for saving me… and my bellybutton.”

Jamie smiled as he swirled his finger in deeper, although for a very different reason.

“All in a day’s work.”

Jen smiled at him and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized something… Jamie’s voice. It was the same as in her daydream. She was about to say something when she realized his finger was wiggling her bellybutton.  Not that she minded.

“You sure… uhhhnnn… cut it close… mmmmm… didn’t you?”

The sounds Jen was making was enough to snap Jamie out of his actions.  He reluctantly took his finger out of her bellybutton and blushed. To say the least, what he was doing wasn’t considered acceptable behavior by the force.

“Uh… yeah, sorry.  Got a little carried away there.  I hope that guy didn’t do any permanent damage.”

“I don’t think so.” Jen answered, looking down at her midriff. She fingered her bellybutton for a moment just to be sure. “Nope.  Everything’s fine.” She said with a smile. “I don’t know how to thank you… um…” A sweet chuckle was enough to break the tension between the two.  “I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Jamie.” He said smiling and extending his right hand.

“I’m Jen.”  She replied with a smile as she shook his hand.  “Well, if there is anything I can do to repay you for saving me, name it.”

Jamie blushed as he absent-mindedly looked at her deep navel.  Jen followed his gaze and smiled. If his gaze didn’t give away his desires, his finger definitely did.

“Tell you what, how about we meet at my place later tonight? Then you can take your reward in whatever form you want…” She took Jamie’s hand and placed his index finger in her bellybutton while flashing a sexy grin. “Okay?”

Jamie swallowed hard and blushed again as his finger plumbed the depths of her soft, deep bellybutton.  If he had his way, he’d never take it out. “Sounds great.”  He gently helped Jennifer to her feet as she remembered something.

“Great.  Now, I just need to get something from here.”  She said as she looked around.

Jamie was taken aback.

“Here?  Are you kidding?!”  He asked incredulously.  Never mind that this place was now a crime scene, Jamie was having a hard time trying to figure out what she could possibly want from this den of navel horror.  He got his answer when he heard:

“Mew.”

Jen smiled as she went to the cardboard box that held the ONLY thing the kidnapper used on her that she liked… the tiny, orange kitten.  

“Come here, sweetie.”  She gently took the little feline out of the box and nuzzled it close to her face.  “You wanna come home with me, little cutie?  Hmm?”

The baby feline looked up and licked her nose, making her giggle.

“It’s settled, then.”  Jen walked back to Jamie with the kitten curled up in her arms.

“What a cutie.  Is it a boy or a girl?”

When the little cat buried its face in her cleavage, they both knew immediately.

“Boy.”  They replied simultaneously and laughed.  She handed the ginger kitty to Jamie and found a pencil and a scrap piece of paper lying on the ground. She quickly jotted down her address and stuffed it in his jacket pocket.

“That piece of paper has my address.  Don’t be late, okay?”  She asked with a wink.

“Oh, I won’t.  I’ll be there with bellies… I-I mean BELLS on!”

He chuckled nervously as he grinned stupidly.  He knew what was on his mind when he made the Freudian slip and so did Jen who smiled sweetly.  She thought it was cute; even cuter when she saw his dimples.  The kitten Jamie held shook its head as if it was thinking “This dude has ZERO GAME.”  She winked at Jamie again as one of the officers drove her and her new pet home leaving Jamie stunned… but still with that silly grin on his face.

“I can’t believe I have a date… with a gorgeous woman… a bellydancer… and tonight I… I… TONIGHT!  DAMN, I NEED TO GET READY!”

Finally realizing that his date was a few hours away, he bolted to his car and drove home to clean up.

As she protested, the tiny worm was between his index finger and thumb and as he slowly lowered it towards her bellybutton, Jen slowly sucked her belly in as much as she could.

“Oh… yes. This little guy can make you dance so good. Shakira should try it.”

Instead of his usual tactic of dropping it onto her lower belly and watching it crawl up, he drops the worm directly into her helpless navel.  Instantly, Jen begins thrashing her midsection around, which only got worse once the little crawler found and burrowed itself into the hole in the center of her innie, falling down into the first inner chamber of her bellybutton.

Now, she was truly belly dancing as her belly rolled just like the ocean during high tide.  Still it got worse as the worm found its way deeper into the bowels of her navel to her pulse point. She screeched as the breath left her lungs.  The man licked his lips as he watched her bend back far and pant uncontrollably. her rib cage becoming more defined with each desperate breath.

“Yum!  You look so good this way, I might not take the little guy out this time.  Watching you in your forced bellydance takes my breath away… not like how it’s taking yours away, though, right?”

She heard him laugh maniaclally, but couldn’t focus on anything other than the little invader in her navel. The worm crawled all over her inner bellybutton chamber and as it brushed her pulse point time and time again, it sent electric shocks that made her spasm throughout her body.  She would die by suffocation because of a worm in her bellybutton. She could see the obituary now…”Woman went by wiggling worm!”

He watched as she arched her back… pushed her belly out… writhed her body, anything to get that annoying pest of a worm out… but to no avail.  Her face was turning red as she panted more and more; her belly moving as it tried to take in air she needed.  He especially liked how her bellybutton changed shape from round to oval to almost a slit, like a fish’s mouth as it struggles out of the water.

He grabbed his tweezers, but decided to do something different with them.  He had no intention of getting the wiggling creature out of her navel.. .not before he had some fun.  Instead, he slowly put the pincing end of the tool into her navel.  Jen felt the cold metal and THOUGHT he had a change of heart and was going to pull the damn worm out.  No such luck.  Instead, he grabbed some of the navel base and pinched it hard.  Jen, who was still struggling, let out a high squeal in pain.

“That’s it; squeal like a piggy, girlie!”

He did it again, this time he twists the skin with the tweezers.  Jen felt tears stinging her eyes as she let out another agonizing squeal.  He does this for a few more minutes, taking care that he didn’t end up squishing the worm.  Even HE thought that was sick.  With one last pinch, he manages to make Jen scream out in pain.

“Yeah, that’s what I like baby!  I love screamers.”  He said chuckling.

Seeing how red the inside of her deep innie was, he decided to do the soft torture on her while his new pet worm did his job.  He wanted to make her belly dance more  so he grabbed an elegant peacock feather and began to tickle the area surrounding her cavernous bellybutton.  When jen felt the new sensation, she practically shrieked. Bad enough a worm was loose in the depths of her bellybutton, squirming against the single most sensitive part of her body, now this psycho was making it worse by tickling the rest of her stomach with a feather!

He relished her erotic, yet vain, attempt to get her belly away from the feather by sucking it in.  All she could do was pant and shriek as the ticklish sensations worsened.  She remembered his words… he might not take the worm out this time… and that made her panic.

The added panic only made her situation worse. The idea that this little worm would never leave her, tickling the pulse point within her navel forever, made her lungs weaker.  Still the worm crawled freely oblivious to his host’s plight and still the feather danced across her smooth, sweaty, heaving belly.

He watched as her belly’s movements slowed down from the seemingly endless tickling inside and outside of her helpless bellybutton. Her panting slowed considerably and she was in real danger of passing out. Her body was now turning a slight bluish tinge as her belly involuntarily twitched as the worm still wriggled inside, despite the fact she barely had any energy or air left to move.

“Perhaps I’m taking this too far too fast.”  The man thought aloud to himself.

He stopped the feather action, but left the worm inside her innie bellybutton just to see if she could still handle it.  He saw that she was the same… still arched back, still with barely enough energy to move… and rapidly, less and less air to breathe.   He could hear her audible gasps as she fights for air.

Grabbing the tweezers, the man, with some difficulty, opened up her navel hole to the farthest depths and retrieved the worm. As soon as it was gone, she deeply gasped for breath, letting her stomach out.

Her gave her time enough to recover, but he wasn’t finished with her delicious navel yet… far from it.  For now, he watched… his camera focused on her sexy dimple as she arched back and took slow, deep breaths, thanking the good Lord for each one.

He slowly ran his hand across her sweaty belly but Jen seemed to take no notice since she was concentrating too much on breathing. He lightly rubbed her soft skin before lightly fingering her bellybutton, producing a slight moan from her. When he was finished, he patted her stomach and waited for what was to come.

As Jen was kept up with her deep breathing, her mind started to drift. She thought about her secret fantasy of meeting the right guy and dancing just for him…

[day dream]

Jen was practicing her new routine alone in her dressing room.  it was one of the few days when she had the club all to herself so she took advantage of it.  She had on a sky blue tank top, black leggings and a sequin-studded belly scarf as her outfit  Soft music played in her room as she sexily moved her hips to the melody.  She began arching to do a backbend when a man knocked on her door. His face was hidden from her view but his voice was clear as a bell.

“Good evening.” The man said.

“Hi…” Jen replied. “Have we met?”

She absent-mindedly inserted her middled finger into her bellybutton as she talked. The act did not go by unnoticed by the visitor.

“Um…no, but I’ve been a fan of your dancing for a while.”  He said, watching her finger her deep navel.  “You seem to have a nervous habit.”  He chuckled.

“What? Oh!” Jen quickly removed her finger and blushed.

“Er…Sorry. After bellydancing for so long, I just kinda learned to give it a lot of attention.  Would you like to come in?”

“I’d love to.” The man replied.

As he walked into her dressing room, Jen noticed how good he looked; she still couldn’t see his face though, but she had an inkling of how his features would look.

“I’m really embarrased. I didn’t know anyone would be watching and…”  She was blushing a vibrant rose color by this time.

“No, it’s quite all right.”  He said with a smile.  “I couldn’t help but notice how far your finger went in. You must have a very deep bellybutton.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Jen said, looking down at her innie. “I haven’t fingered many bellybuttons in my time, so I dunno how deep it is compared to others.”

“Perhaps I can determine that. May I?”

His question knocked her for a loop.  Not too many people were as forward, but that appealed to Jen.

“Sure.” She said, offering the stranger her navel.

The man reached out and slowly put his finger into her innie until it went up to his second knuckle. A jolt of pleasure surged through Jen’s body as he touched the bottom.  Her belly muscles quivered and gently squeezed his finger as he slowly wiggled it inside.

“My, this IS a deep one. It feels so warm… and soft.”

He gently slides his finger out and looks at Jen who had her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Um… miss?” He asked with a chuckle.  “Hello.”

“Sorry.” She said, regaining her herself. “Kinda zoned out there.”

The man laughed at her embarrassment, but he found that attractive.

“Well, yours is an exceptionally deep navel.”

“Thank you.” She said. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“Well…I’m embarrased to ask this, but could you bend back for me?”

Jen grinned at this odd request.  

“May I ask why?”

“To be honest, I came in too late to catch your performance and you’re well known for your backbends.”  He explained.

Jen happily obliged.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll show you what you missed.”

The man sat in a chair and watched as Jen turned her back to him, but not before giving him a playful wink.  When she turned to face him, she had slipped in her ruby belly jewel.  As the soft music played, she did the most amazing backbend he’d ever seen. It stretched her belly out so much that her navel was almost a vertical slit…or it would have if not for the jewel inside.  And then she turned him on even more when she began to bellyroll; the gem sparkled as she rolled her belly seductively. The point of the jewel lightly scratched her navel base as she rolled her belly.

“You look really beautiful like that. It’s like you’re offering your deep bellybutton as a sacrifice. And I love how the jewel is trapped inside. When you move your belly like that it’s like your begging for someone to remove it.”

Jen smiled as she felt his fingertips gently caress her belly’s silken skin.  Her belly quivered under his touch, his touch giving her wonderful goosebumps. Her middle became jelly as his fingers walked their way toward her delicious bejeweled innie.

Jen arched her back even more and seductively pushed her belly in and out in time with the music. He could swear he could hear her panting to the beat. He spied a cotton swab on a nearby table and was curious to see if she could take being tickled in her delectable bellybutton.

As swiftly as possible, the man grabbed the cotton swab and gently pried the jewel from her navel.  He then quickly stuffed the swab in her tender innie and began to swirl it around. Jen shrieked with laughter as it tickled her deep bellybutton.

“Stop!! Please! HAHAHA! It tickles!”  She said laughing.

Sure, she asked to stop, but she loved having her bellybutton tickled, especially if someone else did the tickling.

“You have a pretty laugh, but do you make other sounds when this delightful little innie is played with? Say…on the more erotic side?”  He asked as he continued to tickle her navel.

He didn’t know what made him ask that.  He just met Jen not two minutes ago.  He usually wasn’t so bold and the thought made him blush a little  He thanked God she was bent backwards and couldn’t see him right now.

Forcing her laughter down, Jen started to moan with pleasure as the cotton was swirled around in her sensitive navel.

“How’s that sound?” She asked with a smile.

Apparently, he hit a nice spot in her navel and continued to stroke it with the lucky q-tip. Jen was extremely flexible and rolled her belly making the q-tip tickle her even more.

“That is a very nice sound. Now how can a guy like me make you pant like you did during your bellydance?”

He had to admit to himself, it turned him on having such a sexy dancer with an equally sexy bellybutton submit to his ticklish whims.

The man pointed the q-tip straight down and pushed it into the center of her bellybutton making Jen gasp. Intrigued, he pushed it harder and harder. He had successfully made Jen gasp and moan in pleasure as the cotton probed the inner recesses of her bellybutton. He loved the sounds she was making and could tell it was turning her on, too.  Seeing the position she was in and how the q-tip was situated in her navel, the man was struck with an idea.

“Okay, try to raise up with this q-tip in your bellybutton.”

The man had no idea about the tiny hole that led to her deepest, most ticklish spot.  While he pushed the q-tip down on her navel, Jen raised her body up higher, causing the cotton to squeeze through the two small holes leading to a deep inner chamber. The cotton brushed and pushed on her pulse point deep in her bellybutton.  Jen shrieked, making the man jump, and started flailing her midsection around as the tool tickled the most sensitive part of her entire body.

“Oh! I’m sorry, did I…”

Jen stayed in her backbend and answered him.

“No, no not at all. You just hit my really sensitive part of my bellybutton. There’s a little hole in it and it leads to the most sensitive part of it. Whenever I get tickled there…wow!”

“How did you find out about this?”

“My friend April. She tied me up in a backbend like this and put a worm in my bellybutton. It crawled so deep inside, I was unable to breathe… but to be honest… and I never told her this… but I loved it! Having my navel tickled by something tiny turns me on. It really makes my belly dance.”

“Wow. that is awesome.”  He said as he slowly and gently removed the sqab from her navel.  “So, if a worm or anything got into those holes, that would make you pant?”

“Pant and everything else.” Jen answered.

“Interesting.” The man said. “Got anything we could try that with?”

“Well, there is one thing…”

Still arched back, Jen pointed to a jar in the corner which contained a couple of the same worms April used that day.

“I haven’t had one in there in a while.”  She said winking to him.

The man smirked back and decided to be daring… so he asked her a personal question.

“What is your secret fantasy?”  He whispered to her.

“To have that worm tickle my bellybutton while I’m helpless and powerless to take it out. To let it tickle me so much I can barely breathe then have someone save me at the last minute.”  She whispered back.

“Mmmm, and by helpless you mean…”

“Tie my hands.”

He didn’t need to be told twice.  Grabbing some rope that was next to the jar, the man tied Jen’s hands together with one end and tied the other end to the leg of her vanity.  Now she was stuck in her back-bending position and she didn’t mind at all. He then opened the jar and retrieved one of the tiny worms. He held it above her quivering belly for several long, suspenseful moments.  In that time, Jen had pushed her belly out making her sexy bellybutton seem to open wider… a fitting invitation for such a fetish.  After what seemed like agony for Jen, she felt the worm fall from his fingers and into her sexy bellybutton.  she shrieked out loud and her belly moved sexily as the tiny creature made its way to the secret navel hole.

“Ohhhh…oh oh, I feel it… I can fee-“

She didn’t get to finish her sentence because she started breathing heavily. Her body arches back more as the worm penetrates the first hole. Her belly muscles move in an erotic, involuntary belly dance.

The worm crawled around the first chamber of her navel, making her belly writhe around violently. The man watched with delight as she bellydanced to the worm’s movements.

Then things got way worse as the tiny creature fell through to the second bellybutton chamber, landing directly on top of Jen’s pulse point.  She went to her knees and arched back; her belly pushed in and put from her heavy panting. The worm was making its home in her bellybutton chamber and in doing so, it made her let out a barely audible squeak as she tried to breathe. Her bellybutton changed shaped and looked very much like a mouth trying to suck in air.

Jen tried sucking her belly in, making her ribs strain against her skin. Her deep bellybutton practically had a life of its own, the way it moved. Her attacker watched with delight as she bucked her concave tummy up and down while the worm tickled her pulse point again and again.

She arched her back and he could hear her try to breathe as she could barely make out the words…

“Pl…please…ge-get it…out…get it out…” She panted out.

She really needed air, and fast, but deep down she loved being so helpless. She couldn’t see the man’s face, but she knew he was handsome which made it so much more of a turn on for her.

After seeing her face start to turn purple, the man grabbed a pair of tweezers and held her flailing belly still. Using them to open up the forbidden chambers of her deep navel, he picked the worm out and removed it from her sexy bellybutton. She let out a sigh of relief, though she was secretly a little disappointed. He allowed her to catch her breath before continuing.

“How did that feel, my dear? Did you want me to rescue you from the mean ol’ worm?”  He playfully  asked as he rubbed the soft skin of her belly and softly fingered her deep innie.

Jen felt violated as she felt his finger swirling around in her navel, but she was too exhausted from the worm to even try to resist…not that she wanted to.  She sucked her belly in a little, but with great effort. After a few moments, the man said, “Now, are you ready for something different?”

“Oh, what do you have planned now?” She asked in between breaths.

Jen was curious. This was her dream to have a gorgeous man have his way with her navel. She rolled her belly unconsciously in anticipation.

“You seem like you need that belly cooled down after such a workout.”

The man approached with a cube of ice, though she could not see. He held it just above her navel and waited. After a long moment of anticipation, Jen gasped and sucked in her belly as the first freezing drop of water fell into her deep bellybutton.  She gasped and moaned as the cool drop of water hit her navel, then shivered as it seaped into the hole. She felt him do this a few more times before she felt a piece being pushed directly into it.

He swirled it around inside her bellybutton, making her involuntarily suck it in even more and squirm in pleasure. He did this until the ice cube was completely melted, making Jen’s deep bellybutton a small pool.

“Mmmmm,I wouldn’t mind taking a dip in there. I can’t really fit, thought, but I know something that can.”

He leans down and she can feel the warm tip of his tongue circle her navel.  Jen’s belly convulses with pleasure, even moreso when his tongue enters her bellybutton. He licks the water clean from her innie and continues after it’s all   Jen moans happily as his tongue swirls around her deep bellybutton and pushes her belly into his tongue, not wanting it to leave.

“Oh, don’t stop….don’t stop…don’t stop…”  She moaned breathlessly over and over.

[dream sequence ending…]

She is still saying ‘don’t stop’, unaware that it wasn’t her dream man licking her deep navel.  In fact, it was her worst nightmare.

“Okay, baby, if that’s what you want. I knew you liked my tongue in there.” He said chuckling menacingly.

Jen’s eyes snap open at the familiar voice. Revolted, she sucked her belly in to get her navel way from his disgusting, slimy tongue. “No, stop! Stop!” she said, trying to suck it in even more. Her bellybutton felt very violated as his tongue followed after it.  The man’s tongue left her bellybutton and he looked down at her bent back form…then at the clock.

“Okay, babe, if that’s what you want, you got it. No more tongue in your navel.”

She thought this meant he’d let het go finally.  What a fool he would make her out to be.  He unhooks her from the floor and puts her on the table…with the spike directly over her bellybutton. He tightly ties her hands and ankles to the table with rope before removing the handcuffs.  He decided to remove her blindfold after all this time to let her see he wasn’t bluffing about the spike.  When she looked up, she let out a scream that would wake the dead she could be joining if nobody saved her in time.

“But I have to tell you babe, you have one hour left…and soon…there won’t be anything in your delicious little innie except this huge 2 ton spike! I never got my ransom, so guess what you get. His sadistic laugh rang through the abandoned warehouse.

Jen gasped and started to squirm around, her eyes never leaving the dangling steel spike abover her delicious navel. She hoped whoever was trying to find her would find her soon before her bellybutton was skewered by the trap.

The man came back with a strange package in his hand and tongued her deep bellybutton for good measure before speaking.

“Mmmm. You have the most delicious innie I’ve ever seen. It would make one hell of an outie! I knew this snakebite kit would get used.”

“‘Snakebite kit’!?”  Jen thought fearfully as her belly quivered.  “As if the boa wasn’t enough!”

He rummaged through the zippered bag with the red cross on it and pulled out the vemon extractor.

“Yes, this should do nicely.  Now, hold still, cutie!”

Jen shook her head and screamed in protest as she felt the venom extractor being inserted onto her innie. She whimpered muffled “No”s as she felt the bottom of her bellybutton being sucked upward.  During the process, she let out a muffled scream, though more from fear than pain.

She shook her head in panic as she felt her trademark, her meal ticket, her precious deep bellybutton get sucked out until….POP!  She felt tears welling up in her eyes as she felt her innie become an outie for this pervert and sobbed at the loss of her precious bellybutton while the sick bastard lightly stroked her newly-formed outie.

“Now, isn’t that nice?” He said with a chuckle.

“No, it’s not ‘nice’!  I’ts a tragedy!” She thought.

She felt the burning tears run down her face while he fingered the unwanted knob now protruding from her stomach. She felt herself dry heave while sucked on her new outie like a baby would a new bottle and it was just making her cry even more. She hated outies…especially on her. You just can’t do as much with them as with innies. She was about to let out a mournful wail when she felt him push her outie back into her soft belly. She let out a relieved chuckle as her innie returned…but that was short lived.  Her stalker…had another brainstorm.

“I just figured out what I can do next…I remember all the things the restauranteers did to your sexy innie…all of the things I wanted to do! And since I have you here, I’ll get to do ALL of them! Starting with the flower…but not just any flower…a lovely red rose…WITH the thorns!”

Happy as Jen was that she had an innie again, her belly quivered once more at the thought of a spikey rose stem entering her navel. She felt the tip of the stem make designs across her stomach, circling her bellybutton.  She sucked her tummy in reflex as it entered her innie, the thorns pricking the walls inside her deep bellybutton.

Her belly jerked each time the thorn pricked her navel. Once he was satisfied, he cut the rosebud fron the stem and placed it in her bellybutton. He left it there as he went to the college-sized fridge he had in the room. Jen ran through the events of that night in her mind and her eyes widened as she remembered what came next.

“Man, am I thirty and I really need to do something about my chapped lips…maybe some gloss?”

He slowly poured the wine into her deep bellybutton before he stared at it for a few moments, admiring the ruby liquid pooled in her innie. He then slowly leaned over and sucked the wine out, tonguing her navel in the process, making sure it was clean.  Her bellybutton quivered as she prepared for what was next.

“Gotta love these applicators; I think whoever invented them was a closet bellybutton lover.”  He joked as he slowly brushed it around and deep inside her helpless navel, tickling her.

“Tickle tickle tickle.”

She involuntarily arched her belly as the fuzzy tip invaded her bellybutton, smearing the cherry scented gloss into every nook and cranny, then tried to suck it back in as she felt his repulsive tongue enter it again.  He licked the gloss clean, getting every crevice in her deep innie. She squirmed as his tongue violated her navel, but it did no good. As he kissed her innie, she strained to remember what was next…

“Let’s see…first the flower, then the wine and lip gloss…now…*gasps* oh, my God! And the bristles are worse than the worm! They feel like a THOUSAND if they get in that hole!”  She thought in panic.

Jen sucks her belly in as much as she could again as she felt the Q-tip circle her sensitive innie. She whimpers in protest but the man ignores her. After several long minutes of tickling the edges, the man plunges the cotton end into her deep innie and swirls it around.  If she could, she would’ve let out a scream.  After what seemed like an eternity with the q-tip, he sneered with glee as he got a lipstick brush.

“This is gonna be fun…for me. I wonder what would happen if any of these bristles went into that teeny little hole. Why I’d bet they would be like my little worm buddy, but worse. Doesn’t that just take your…breath away?”

She didn’t know what was worse, her predicament or those lousy puns.

“Seriously!  Do NOT go into the comedy business!”  She thought.

The man began by brushing the sides of the inside of her navel with the tool, making her whimper and squirm; she tried her damndest not to laugh, but she knew that would be impossible. He then proceeded to tickle the bottom of her innie making her buck violently as she laughed through her ball gag.  The tickling made her belly thrash up and down as if an alien was inside trying to get out.  Then, one way or another, he managed to get a few of the bristles through the hole in the center and down into the first secret chamber of her bellybutton.

Jen let out a muffled wail as the brush made contact with the flesh.  He twisted the brush to make the bristles go deeper into the hole and the sensations going through her deep bellybutton made her arch and pant. She didn’t want to, but that’s what happened, much to the delight of her captor.

“That panting of yours drives me wild. Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

“Oh, God, not again…”  She though as she panted helplessly.

Her bellybutton puckered as he twisted the brush deeper into her sexy navel, not letting up for a second. She wanted to suck her belly in so bad to get it away from the brush, but she couldn’t; it would only arch itself more and more as if it had a mind of its own. It heaved in and out as she panted and gasped to gain breath. Her bellybutton ept getting relentlessly tickled as her lungs burned.

She then arched her belly so much she never thought it was possible as the man managed to get the bristles into the second chamber and brush her pulse point. She just let out a tiny aqueak. It was as she feared, this WAS a thousand time worse than the worm. When the bristles hit the pulse point, she threw her head back and panted erratically. If it had been ANYONE else…who was not a perverted psycho…she’d actually enjoy this. But it wasn’t. She was helpless in the clutches of a kidnapper who delighted in seeing her fight for every breath of air as he mercilessly tickled her deep bellybutton.

“God, you looks so hot! I think I’ll keep this going until you say stop!”  He laughed evilly.

He knew she couldnt say ‘stop’. She couldn’t say ANYTHING and that what scared her into faster panting.  Jen thought she was about to die. Her belly was arched in a way previously thought impossible while it heaved as she attempted to regain her breath. She couldn’t even move her body in protest — the bristles of the brush froze her to the spot as they lightly tickled her pulse point within the deep recesses of her bellybutton.

And it looked as if there was no end in sight.

He watched as her panting slowly turned to gasping. Each one, a desperate hand reaching out to cling to life. Her belly still twitched from the ticklish sensations involuntarily, and her deep bellybutton seemed to pucker around  and grip the menacing brush as he continuted to assault her helpless navel.

“*gasp*…can’t…*gasp*…breathe…*gasp*”

Her pale body was turning purple, a clear sign she needed oxygen…and fast. Seeing this, the man removed the brush from the depths of her bellybutton and temporarily took out the gag to let her breathe. Her belly became concave and she gulped for air. He let her relax for a bit before saying, “Remember what’s next yet?”

She gasped deeply, appreciating the air more and more. Then she thought about her dance…

“After the brush is…NO, No please! Not that!”

“Yes, that! Who new pixy stix and pop rocks would be such a turn on?” The man asked to himself.

He opened a pack of pop rocks and poured the carbonated candy into Jen’s quivering navel. She gasped and sucked her belly in a bit as he followed up by pouring in some wine, making her bellybutton fizz.  It was strange — it felt so good and sexual before, but now she felt like she had been contaminated. Her bellybutton, at least.  She felt even more violated as she felt the unique sensations of his slurping the fizzing concoction out of her wine chalace of a navel and then deep licking it clean.

“Now for the pixy stix.  You know, I have loads of these things in my cabinet right now.  I knew they were teaching some worthwhile things in college. I bet those two guys got A pluses.”

He chuckled as he poured the contents of the first paper straw into her seductive dimple.  Jen wished she knew just how many different flavors there were so she could keep track. But she didn’t — all she could do was pray that there wasn’t an insane amount even as she felt the stuff being poured into her sweet bellybutton.

She shivered in disgust as she felt his wet finger enter her innie.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pushed his finger deep in her bellybutton to clean out the last of the dust.

“Oh, God! Ew! I’m never eating candy again!” She exclaimed.

“We’re not HALF done yet, baby! Remember what’s next?”

Jen strained her mind, trying to remember. After the pixie stix were…

And just as she gasped with realization she felt chocolate icing making contact with the inside of her deep bellybutton. Jen gritted her teeth as the scent of chocolate filled her senses.  She had always believed chocolate to be an aphrodisiac…now it was having the opposite effect.

“I never thought I’d live to see the day where I’d hate chocolate!”  She mused in disbelief.

Again she tried her best to suck her belly in to get her navel away from the man’s disgusting tongue, but still she felt it wiggling around in there.

Once her bellybutton was clean, the man said, “Mmmm, you’re bellybutton tastes good. Remember what’s next, love?”

“I’m NOT your love!”  She shouted.

“For now you are, babe.  And for the record…I LIKES ’em feisty!”

Jen had to think about her dance and finally, she did remember.

“Oh, God. The fruit cocktail!”

The feel of the liquid in her navel sent a chill up her spine, which was only made worse as the grape entered it.  She had fantasized a gorgeous hunk of man doing this to her…not someone who look liked he woke up in a dumpster.  Her belly fluttered and her skin formed goosebumps as she felt his crud-covered teeth on her flesh, biting the grape in half.  She writhed and wriggled violently; she could swear she felt the plaque from his disgusting mouth touch her skin as he bit the grape.

She felt as if she would vomit in her own mouth.  Which she almost did. Then she felt his tongue get the other half of the fruit from her bellybutton before slurping up the rest of the juice.

“Mmm, once more, your navel is delicious.” He moaned lustfully.  “It’s hot…but I know what will make it even hotter.”

Jen’s belly suddenly twitched with fear as the scent of cinnamon entered her nostrils.  Red hots were her favorite non-chocolate candy, but she may change her mind after tonight.  The kidnapper made a spiral sun design around her navel with red hots…with one right in her bellybutton.

“Candy never tasted so good, babe. I may take my time with this.”

“No…I don’t mind if you rushed.”  Jen said hoping he would take her word for it.  But this guy wasn’t one for granting requests.

One by one, he agonizingly slowly ate the red candies from her stomach, starting with the one farthest from her navel. Each time her belly shuddered in repulsion.  It began to tremble as he got nearer and nearer to her bellybutton.

“Mmmmmm, last one…now how should I get it out? So many possibilities.”  He drummed his fingers across her belly just above her innie as he thought.

“Please, don’t to this.”

“But, it’s so much fun!”

His tongue swirled around her helpless navel.  Despite her begging, the man’s tongue still swirled around her innie, occasionally licking the candy itself, but never removing it from her bellybutton. He even kissed her navel while it was still inside, but all he did was toy with her.

“Ah, I think I have an idea…” She tried her best to suck her belly in as far as possible.

“Oh, what are you going to do now?” She whimpered.

“Oh, I’m not going to do anything.  You are.”

To Jen’s surprise, he pushed the candy deeper into her navel! To the point where it felt stuck.

“Let’s see if you can get that out. If you can, we’ll both be happy — you’ll have it out, and I’ll eat it. If you don’t… Well, you’ll have a permanent and tasty bellybutton jewel.”

Not seeing any other option, Jen writhed and rolled her belly in every was imaginable to get the red hot out while the man watched with sadistic glee at the forced bellydance.  He pointed the camera to follow the tasty red dot deep in her bellybutton as she moved.

Jen’s back-bending bellydance turned violent as she became desperate to get this thing out of her navel — her stomach thrashed every which way while all the while her captor watched with excitement at the now-crimson bellybutton.

After her futile tries, she bent back in exhaustion; her belly heaving from taking deep breaths.

“Oh, come on; I know you can do it.”

“Can’t…not…like this…” She panted.

“Come on, one more shot.” He said. “I’m sure it’ll come out.”

Jen didn’t believe him, but she did give it ome more try and moved her belly in ways that would make jello envious.  At one point she tried a method of sucking in her belly as much as possible — which wasn’t much, due to her position — and violently pushing it back out in an attempt to launch the thing from her bellybutton.  She did this a few more times but to no avail.  The man got even more excited by this.

“Can’t..do…it…”  She said, panting deeply.

“Aww, too bad, babe.”

Using a screwdriver, he pried the candy from her innie and popped into his mouth. She let out a sigh of relief, though too soon.

“You’re bellybutton looks hot from that candy,” the man said. “Let’s cool it down a little.”

As she heard that, she remember what came next, and her belly was riddled goosebumps again.

“Oh, God! Ice cream!”

“Yup. Some cold, yummy ice cream. And I have a very sexy bowl to put it in.”

A small drop of the stuff landed in her bellybutton, making her gasp and her belly jump. It was positively freezing. It was only made worse when he spread the stuff around on her taut belly, covering her skin with the dairy treat.

The man smiled as he watched her belly shiver from the cold.

“Cc-c-c-c-cold. F-ff-f-freeezing!”  Her teeth were chattering the whole time.

“Yes, ice cream tends to be that.” He said sarcastically.

She gasped again and her stomach muscles tightened as she unexpectedly felt his tongue running along her skin, licking the ice cream up; it only made her goosebumps worse.  And all the while she feared what would happen when he reached her bellybutton.  She whimpered and sucked her belly in helplessly as his tongue reached her ice cream filled navel.

“Please, don’t use your tongue.”

“But it’s my favorite tool, my dear.  ANd besides, what better way to eat ice cream?” The man chuckled, plunging his mouth muscle into her deep innie.

She gasped and sucked her belly in as she felt his tongue licking and sucking the ice cream out of her navel.

“Ready for the next item, hon?” He said when he was finally finished.

Jen whimpered in fear as her memory slowly returned.

“No, the cherry’s next.”

“Yes…and I saw that they did with the stem.” He chuckled.

She moaned as she felt the cherry being shoved into her bellybutton like the cinnamon candy. The man heard her whimper as he licked around the cherry, but he ignored it. He seemed turned on by the fact that her belly was constantly quivering beneath his tongue.

He then bit the cherry in half as he did with the grape; this time she grew even more disgusted by his grimy teeth touching her skin.  He forced the rest of the cherry out by pushing on one side and having it pop out.

“Your bellybutton is insanely scrumptious.” He said with a smirk. He waved the stem in front of her face, saying, “Guess what’s next?”

Her eyes widened and her belly sucked itself in.

“Oh no! I can’t go through any more tickling!  Please!”

“Too bad, love. Too bad.” That said, he slowly inserted the stem into her bellybutton, noticing how her belly twitched and she whimpered as it touched the bottom.  With a smile, he began to swirl the stem around inside her bellybutton.  She laughed in spite of herself and these laughs soon turned to panting.

Jen really began to squirm around when the man started pushing the stem up and down in her navel and swirled it a little more while prodded with it. Jen resisted the urge to laugh, but it was difficult. Finally, whether it was some compassion slowly creeping in or the desire to torture her more, he removed it letting her let out a sigh of relief.

“Don’t relax now,” He said. “Don’t you remember what’s next up for your bellybutton?”  

“Oh…not that! I’ll do anything!”

“As tempting as that sounds…”

Jen’s belly twitched and she squealed as she felt the cold ketchup being squirted into her navel. It felt so good before, but felt so invading now.

“This is wrong on SO many levels!”

She sucked her belly in again as she felt a fry being dipped into her ketchup-filled navel…

Jen struggled as best as she could, but the fries followed her belly everywhere it went.  She wondered if her captor had an endless supply of fries, because they never seemed to end. Eventually, and unfortunately for her, she felt his tongue in her bellybutton once more, cleaning the leftover ketchup out.

“And now, as Miss Vanessa Wiliams so aptly put it, I saved the best for last,” He said with a chuckle.

“Oh, God, no…Please, no!”

She violently pulled at the chains holding her in her captive backbend.  Wrapping his arms around her waist, the man began kissing her belly all over. Then he moved on to kissing her bellybutton itself. She moaned with fear and disgust ashe felt his rough, chapped lips on her delicate skin.

Then, once more, he began French kissing her navel. She squirmed and sucked her belly in, but it did little to help the situation so she kept her body still and took it, cursing every moment his tongue was wiggling around inside her bellybutton. How she wished for someone to rescue her from this torture.

After what seemed like an eternity…

“MMM, so delicous. but I miss watching your belly dance.”

Chuckling evilly as if he was trying out for a movie, he walked to the table and got the jar with holes poked in the top.  As soon as she heard the scraping of the glass against the table, she gasped and started whimpering, “No no no no no…”

The man chuckled evilly as he walked back to her arched back form.  In his gloved hand was a large, hairy, orange and black tarantula.  The arachnid looked around curiously.  It wasn’t take out of its terrarium often, but today was special…well…for the spider, anyway.  The captor looked down from above as Jen’s quickened breathing caused her sexy navel to widen and contract ever so slightly.

“This is gonna be fun to watch.”  He droned as he placed his creepiest pet on her abdomen.

Her whole body shivered as she felt the hairy legs touch her soft skin. The tarantula agonizingly slowly made its way across her stomach until a leg plummeted into her deep bellybutton. She sucked her belly in at the feeling of the hairs all over the inside of her innie. It sat there for a long time as if it were stuck.

“I friggin’ HATE spiders!” She thought as she held her belly in.

“Well well. It thinks it hit a pothole.”  He laughs at his own joke.  Jen, on the other hand, found no humor it it.

The curious spider put each leg in her bellybutton one by one as its body hovers over it.  Jen didn’t dare to move at this point. She took slow, shallow breaths and held her belly as still as she could.

“EW EW EW EW EW!!!! Get it off!”  She thought in disgust.

The hair of the spider tickled her in a grotesque way as it moved around, making her torso occasionally squirm a little. It felt out every bit of her belly with its legs before making its way back to her deep belly dimple.

“Like I said,” the man chuckled, “there must be some strange connection between your bellybutton and wildlife.”

As the tarantual continued its exploration of her deep navel, Jen hoped he didn’t have anymore gross animals to use in her deep navel.

“Ugh, the kitten licking my bellybutton was kinda okay…if I wasn’t desperate to breathe.”  She thought.

The man slowly took the spider off her belly and put it back in her terrarium.

“After all that animal navel action, I think you need a little cleaning off…but your belly is just fine…it’s the other parts that need a bath.”

He unhooks her handcuffss from the hook in the floor, but they were still cuffed together, as were her ankles. Then he gets ready to pick her up.

“You move or make any attempt to escape, I break your neck right here, right now!”

Jen nodded in fright as he took her to a special tub. It had hooks in the bottom of it to hook her cuffs to just like the floor. He set her inside in her backbend position and watched her breathe in fear. The hook held her in a deeper backbend than before and this made Jen lucky she also took gymnastics as a kid; it gave her the flexibility she needed to endure such a position.

“Ready?”  He asked with an evil grin.

The man slowly turned on the faucet that was at her knees and the water level slowly started to rise. Jen’s breathing quickened as the water toucher her hands.  Once it was full, she was entirely submerged, save for her delicious tummy. As she held her breath, he waited for her lungs to weaken.  He sadistically teased her and tried to make her slip up by getting a thin lipstick brush and tracing her innie with it.

“You’re as pretty as a mermaid, babe. But even you can’t hold your breath for long. And I’d love to give you CPR to bring you back.”

She hears that and is now even more determined to hold her breath.

Her bare stomach quivered as she felt the brush stroke her skin. It was a weird feeling, having her stomach be the only thing that’s dry. She almost squealed when the brush dipped in and mercilessly tickled her bellybutton, but managed to keep her mouth shut.  But for just how long she could go on like this, she didn’t know.  He relentlessly, and very deeply, tickled her bellybutton for a solid minute before he spoke again.

“Hmmm…you’re holding up pretty good, baby. Let’s fix that.”

The man leaned down teased her exposed navel with his tongue. Knowing how much she despised it, she tried to suck her belly in.  In her position, sucking her belly in wasn’t the easiest thing to do. Still, she attempted, although the man’s tongue still wormed around her bellybutton. She shifted her body in disgust, tightening her muscles. Her lungs were beginning to burn.  And now everything, bellybutton included, was wet, save for the rest of her stomach.

“Well, I see you don’t like my tongue wiggling like a worm…”

Her belly started to move in panic when she heard that word.

“So let’s bring in the real thing, shall we?”  He said as he stood up from the tub.

He could hear her muffled protests as she tried in vain to escape, making the water in the tub move in small waves.  She waited in horror as the man’s footsteps faded away. Her stomach muscles tensed and her belly winced in anticipation when the sounds of his shoes’ hard heels got louder.  Her muffled shouting could be heard as she felt the worm plop right into her innie.

“I knew keeping this little guy was a good idea!”  He said as he chuckled evilly.

Her belly writhed as she struggled to hold her breath. She knew if that tiny worm entered her innie hole, she was done for. Her muffled screams became louder as she prayed the worm was bored with her inner innie bellybutton…but alas, her prayers weren’t answered. The man watched at the worm crawled to the tiny hole and waited. He’d get a chance to put his lips on hers soon, if only to bring her back to life.

She thrashed around screaming, splashing water out of the tub. Her belly undulated as she felt the worm burrow to the deepest chamber once more. The man smiled as he saw her finally open her mouth; the worm must’ve found that pulse point deep inside the bellybutton.  Her lips came off of the ball gag and he saw the bubbles float to the surface of the water.

“GOD! I’m really gonna die! Someone, help me!”  She thought.

He watched as she desperately tried to escape from her bonds and her belly dance from the worm’s ticklish movements. This went on for a couple more minutes…then, the bubbles stopped.

Her thrashing belly stilled. As quickly as possible, the man retrieved the worm from Jen’s navel and removed her from the tub, laying her on the floor. He performed mouth-to-mouth and CPR, relishing pushing on her bare belly. Once she regained a bit of consciousness, coughing up water, he pretended he didn’t notice. This time when his lips touched hers, it was a deep kiss. It took her a moment to realize what had just happened. She moaned defiantly, but their lips remained locked.

“Damn,” he said. “You taste almost as good as your navel.”

Jen spat defiantly, damning herself for not being able to see his face. He watched her belly push in and out as she fought for every breath. She’d have to do that from now on until someone rescued her or…well she didn’t want to think about that.

“I don’t know what tastes better: your lips or your delicious bellybutton.”

“Please…let me go. I promise I won’t press charges against you.”  She pleaded coughing.

The man waited until she finished coughing and then chained her back in her kneeling backbend in the other room.

“I only took that gag out to give you mouth-to-mouth.  Now that that’s over…”

He put the ball gag back in her mouth and reveled in her muffled screams.

“I think I should tell you I also have a thing for outies. And an innie like yours would be so sexy popped out.”

She screamed and bucked against her restraints when the man said that. Her innie was her pride and joy.  The thought of it popped out was nothing short of horrible to her.

“So, how should we go about this?” He asked. “Shall I pull it out with tweezers? Or use a vacuum? So many choices…”

As he talked her swirled his finger around in her bellybutton. Fear gripped Jen in the pit of her stomach. She couldn’t have an outie! Her innie has gotten her so far in life!

“I’ll be right back; gotta grab my tool.” As he walked away, Jen could’ve sworn she felt her bellybutton twitch and pucker with fear.

The man debated on whether or not to retrieve the worm for a long while as he watched Jen continue to violently and uncontrollably belly dance. Seeing her muscles contract and her belly push in and out and hearing her panting and gasping made his decision a tough one.  He never witnessed anything so seductive in his life.  Jen, on the other hand, was wishing she was somewhere else right now.  Finally, deciding that she was no good to him dead…yet…he grabbed a small pair of tweezers.  Inserting them into her navel, he found the tiny hole in her belly dimple and opened it up, but found no worm.

“The hell?” He asked himself.

Upon closer inspection, he found the even smaller hole that led to the even more sensitive core.  He opened that one, too, and lo and behold, there was the worm. When he reached down to snatch it up, he accidently hit her pulse pont, making her belly jump up several inches and the tweezers come out and close both holes again.  Frustrated, yet still aroused, he tried again, opening the first hole in her bellybutton.  

“Hold still, baby!”  He grumbled.

He slowly opened the second hole and finally got hold of the pesky, but lucky, little worm. He slowly pulled the little guy out of her bellybutton and placed it in a jar for later.

“I’m gonna keep you around, little fella. You do good work.”  He said, tapping the glass jar.

As soon as he set the glass jar on the table, he quickly got the camera and aimed it above her heaving belly. As expected, he arched up and took even slower and deeper breaths than last time, appreciating every single one. Her bellybutton seemed to open like a mouth as if it was also inhaling the precious oxygen.  The color was coming back to her curvaceous body as he filmed her; she was gasping as she made another plea.

“Please…no more. Please.”

“Hot stuff, that was just the tip of the iceberg, speaking of…you might wanna stay still…because this guy’s tip could kill you of you move wrong.”

A look of cunfusion crossed Jen’s lips until she felt the legs of a small creature on her smooth belly. One leg fell in and tickled her bellybutton. Her belly jerked in reaction and…

“OOO. I wouldn’t do that too much, I hear scorpions don’t like sudden movement.” He chuckled sadistically.

Jen’s belly froze as she heard the word “scorpion”. She felt the arachnid crawl around her sensitive tummy, occasionally brushing the skin with its claws. It eventually found its way back to her deep (and apparently multi-layered) bellybutton, sticking a claw in. Jen reacted by slowly sucking her stomach in a bit. The scorpion didn’t react to the movement, fortunately. When it clamped a bit of navel rim flesh, Jen gasped and sucked her belly in even more, but quickly. The scorpion tensed, stinger poised to strike…  

Jen realized she made a move too quickly and closed her eyes. She said a silent prayer and waited for the fateful strike…but it never came because the scorpion calmed down and continued to explore its surroundings, seemingly curious about this stretch of peaches and cream landscape with the odd round hole that seems to change shape when touched.

“Whew!  Babe, that was TOO close. You barely skated by, but I don’t think you should try it again.”

The scorpion continued to prod her navel and Jen kept her stomach sucked in, afraid to let it out. The strange hole in the center of this soft expanse was far too small for the scorpion to fit in. Still curious, it inserted one of its hairy legs into the bellybutton and felt around with it. Jen tried her best not to giggle, but it was extremely hard. If she dared move that belly in any unexpected way…Jen didn’t want to think about the consequences. Although, she did wonder how fast scorpion venom could travel through a bellybutton…

Before she could mull over that gruesome thought, the man slowly took the scorpion from her belly and had another idea. Jen let out a big sigh of relief when she felt the creature leave.

“Hmmmm, you know what turns me on?”

“I hate to ask, but what?”  She whispered in fear.

“Bellydancers who use snakes in their act and I have the perfect one for you.”

He goes to a glass case and pulls out his pet boa constrictor. It wasn’t huge…but it was still a good size snake. He places his coiled body on her belly; her bellybutton could be seen inside the serpentine circle as he aimed the camcorder from above.

“I hope he doesn’t develop a CRUSH on you.”  He joked badly.  “He might decide to tongue your bellybutton or his tail might land in it.”

Jen’s belly quivered in fear as the snake slithered around it. Its tongue flicked in and out of its mouth, tickling her tummy until it eventually found her navel. She gasped, giggled and sucked in her stomach again as the boa constrictor’s tongue tickled the inside of her navel. She fearfully wondered how long this serpent would stay on her belly…apparently, something in her bellybutton appealed to the serpent and it continued to flick its tongue right in her deep, belly dimple. It slowly uncoiled his body long enough so that its tail could join in the fun.

Meanwhile…

Jamie was in his office going over the dvd footage again. He was looking for some clue to her whereabouts, but he keeps ending up pausing it on her backbend where the camera is focused on her luscious, deep bellybutton.  His thoughts drifted as he started to daydream about all the things he could do with that deep, delicious innie…

Jamie imagined grasping that succulent belly while she did a backbend, plunging his tongue into her innie. He could practically taste that delicious bellybutton flavor…he could feel Jen pushing her belly willingly into his wiggling tongue as she moaned and panted in pleasure. He swears he could feel her hands run through his brown hair and her belly muscles tighten around his tongue as if grabbing on, not wanting it to leave.

He envisioned her in a kneeling backbend and rolling her belly in a ‘come hither’ way. In his hand was a firm bristled lip brush. It was his secret dream to tickle such a deep, delectable bellybutton, especially one on a gorgeous bellydancer. As he touched his bristles to the deep orafice of her abdomen, she arched into it and panted sexily as he stroked the brush to the base of her tantalizing bellybutton…  

He could feel her tummy muscles moving against his face as she bellyrolled while he licked her tasty navel. He could just feel that bellybutton’s…

His daydreaming came to an abrupt stop as the chief opened the door.  Startled, he hit the OFF button so the chief didn’t see where he had paused it.

“Anything yet?”

“Working ’round the clock, sir. This guy took steps not to let anything distinct show up on tape…but maybe…I thought I HEARD something on it.  Let’s take this to our A/V department. Maybe Al can bring up the background sounds.”

In the Forensic A/V room, Al managed to extract the sound from the video. It was hard to hear over the man speaking and Jen whimpering, but, undaunted, he listened through the headphones for what felt like days.

“Well,” he said, “I can’t — Wait, I hear something!”

Back at the hideout….

The snake had wrapped itself around Jen’s waist. Its tongue flicking inside her bellybutton as it slowly squeezed around her. She was yet again in a situation where she couldn’t breathe.

“Can’t…breathe…help…” She gasped desperately.

The boa constrictor was slowly crushing her organs, making breathing quite the chore. She shivered as its scaly skin slid along her tummy as it squeezed even harder. It was wrapped so tight that if it were any tighter, her waist would be paper-thin.

Seeing that she was beginning to lose consciousness, the man lightly stroked the snake’s head while whispering something Jen couldn’t hear. All of a sudden, the snake’s grip loosened and the man took the serpent away. The young dancer gasped as oxygen filled her lungs once more, making her normal skin color return.

“There must be something about that belly and bellybutton that fascinates wildlife so much.” The man said as he returned the boa constrictor to its class case. “But I want to prove I’m not ALL bad.”

The man filled Jen’s bellybutton with milk and went to bring another creature. Jen shivered a bit from the cold liquid.  She couldn’t see what he poured into her navel but when she heard the creature, she knew.

“Mew.”

“I bet your hungry, huh, little fella?”  He asked petting the tiny, orange kitten.

“Oh, no…please! Not that!”  Jen pleaded frantically.

Yes, the kitten was adorable, but she knew about their sandpaper-like tongue. He was gonna kill her with cuteness. He placed the baby cat onto her belly and it immediately started to lap up the milk. She didn’t want to hurt the little kitty so she held still which was hard not only because of the tongue lapping at her deep navel but because of its soft fur tickling her belly.

The kitten’s small tongue was torture against the inside of her bellybutton. When it finished, the man poured more milk in and the kitten continued its hungry lapping. When it was finished this time, it stuck its nose in her navel with its the whiskers tickling her tummy. It then pawed at her innie as if trying to figure out what it was or something.

“Looks like someone’s curious.” The man said with an evil chuckle.

It extended it’s tiny claw and poked inside her innie. It leaned down and for some odd reason known only to the tiny ball of fluff, it started licking her bellybutton again.

“Come now, kitty. Don’t hog it all. Daddy wants a taste.” He chuckled again.

Jen tried her best to prevent her belly from moving too much, but it was extremely difficult. Her bellybutton must have tasted like milk. Really GOOD milk. This kitten was going to town on her innie and it didn’t look like it was going to stop anytime soon. Her breath was running out from the tickling as she tried so hard to keep her tummy still.

“Never thought I’d die by a kitten licking my bellybutton.”  She thought.

“Okay, little guy. Time’s up.”

He gently picks up the kitten, pets it and places it back in its cardboard box. He uses a cotton ball soaked with soap and water to thoroughly clean her innie and dry it off.

“That little kitty sure loved the taste of your bellybutton, baby. I wonder what it tastes like.”

Before she could come back with a smart remark…she felt his slimy tongue in her navel.  She wriggled around, revolted at the feeling of this dirtball’s disgusting tongue inside her navel. She sucked her belly in as much as possible in a vain attempt to get her bellybutton away from him, but still it was squirming around in there.

“Mmmm,” he said. “I can see why he kept licking you.”

She moaned in fear and disgust as he continued to tongue her deep bellybutton.  

“Ugh, get that nasty thing out of my navel! Please!”  She moaned in disgust.

“No way, I’m taking advantage of this, baby.”

He grabs her hips, pulling them closer to his mouth and proceeds to deeply french kiss her helpless bellybutton.

“Please, stop, leave my bellybutton alone…”

The man ignores her and she shivers in repulsion and she feels his face pressed into her tummy; the tongue violently wriggling around in her navel.  What was with her bellybutton, anyway, that attracted all the nuts? She could only guess as he pushed his face further into her soft belly.

The man let up and finally stopped licking her bellybutton and looked at her blindfolded face.

“You know, you’re cute, but you talk too damn much! I think I need to fix that.”

He reached into his bag, pulled out a ball gag and put it into Jen’s mouth. Her screams were now muted and muffled as she tried to scream for help.

“Now, I gotta say, I LOVE watching your belly move…especially when you’re fighting to breathe. so…”

He grabs a black trash bag, lifts her head and places it over her head.  He uses some duct tape making sure the seal around her neck is tight. Jen knew she didn’t have much air in the bag so she deliberately took slow breaths making the large bag barely inflate and deflate.

“Now, I’d say you got maybe a good ten minutes of air in there before you start suffocating…but I dont have that much time, sweetie. So say hello to a LITTLE friend!”

Jen panicked a bit and the bag showed her slighty quickened breathing. It picked up when she felt the familiar wiggle of that pesky, little worm. It made a beeline for her tiny hole in her bellybutton.  She made a muffled scream once the worm plopped into her navel again. It quickly found its way to her secret chamber again, then down to the lowest level once more.

She estimated that her ten minutes decreased to about two…IF THAT! Still, she could not help herself as her belly thrashed and thrusted and struggled as the worm touched her pulse point in the innermost depths of her bellybutton.

The man once again filmed her writhing and heaving belly from above as she was now fighting to breathe; this time her fight was more hopeless thanks to the bag over her head cutting off precious oxygen.

“That’s it baby, dance for me…if it’s good enough, I might take off the bag.”

Jen did an involuntary belly dance like no other. The worm crawling around in the depths of her bellybutton was bad enough, but whenever it hit her pulse point, her stomach moved in ways she thought was impossible. The camera zoomed in on that delicate oval in the center of her pale tummy, watching it thrash every which way. He was getting very turned on as he watched her belly push out.  It was like her bellybutton had a mind of its own and was opening up for her captor. Her muffled shrieks and gasps could be heard through the bag.

“Wow, it looks like your bellybutton is blowing me kisses. very hot!  Bet ya don’t get to show every guy a show like this, do ya?” He said with a chuckle.

All she could do was pant as her belly arched high and moved in ways that would put a snake trapped in jello to shame. The man almost drooled as he watched the dance take place. The thoughs in Jen’s mind raced wishing someone could rush in and save her.  The man continued to let this go on. Her belly thrashed around so violently, it was as if her bellybutton might pop off. After a bit, he took off the bag and managed to find and retrieve the worm.

“Don’t relax yet,” He said as he lightly stroked her heaving belly. “We’re just getting started with that sexy little bellybutton.”

Jen wondered what he could possibly do next when he spoke again…well hummed. He hummed a little tune and Jen wondered what was the guy’s deal.

“Why’s he humming?  That tune…it sounds familiar.”  She thought as she ran the notes through her head.  “The itsy bitsy…OH NO!!!”

Her breathing quickened rapidly as she figured it out.

“Awwww, you guessed. I bet my humming gave it away, huh?”

The next afternoon, as the other employees were getting ready for the evening’s opening, the manager walked out of his office with a worried look on his face.  Jennifer was two hours late and this sent up a red flag because she was NEVER late.

“Has anyone seen Jennifer?”  He asked his workers.

When everyone in the main room shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders, his anxiety increased.

“I tried calling her cell and her house phone but I didn’t get any answer.”  One waitress piped up.  “What’s worse is I’ve been trying all day.”

If the manager wasn’t on pins and needles before, he was now, especially after hearing that Jen wasn’t able to be reached all day.

“Now, I AM worried.”  He said as he grabbed his coat.  “I’m going to her house right now.  Something’s wrong.”

A more prophetic statement was never spoken.  Something was indeed wrong and he was about to find out how right he was.  The second he got one arm though the sleeve of his coat, there came a knock at the front door.  He quickly ran to see who it was, but by the time he opened the door, he didn’t see anybody.  What he did see was a small package wrapped in plain, brown paper lying on the welcome mat.  By the size and shape of it, it looked like a cd in a jewel case.

“What’s this?”  He asked himself as he slowly picked up the small package.  With his run of luck today, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it was a bomb.

As he carefully opened the brown wrapping paper, a note fell out onto the floor.  It simply read:

“Watch this; it concerns your lovely bellydancer”.

There was a picture of a hand drawn skull and crossbones at the end of the sentence which worried the manager.

“Oh, my God!”  He whispered.  He didn’t want to alarm anyone.

He told his workers he had to go check on something and went to his car to take the DVD to the police.  Maybe someone there could help him and save Jen before it was too late.

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The manager arrives at the police station, after breaking at least a couple of speed limits with his crazy driving, and runs inside like a lunatic.

“Please!  I need help!  I’m afraid one of my employees was kidnapped!”  He shouted making the whole precinct look at him.  Not wanting the scene to get out of hand, an off-duty officer walks over to him to see what was wrong.

“Calm down, sir.”  He ordered.  “Now what’s the problem?”

The manager frantically explains the situation to the off-duty officer who had a look of horror on his face.

“Okay, I’ll take you to one of our detectives.”  The officer said as he led the distraught manager to his office.  With a knock on the glass pane with the detective’s name painted in black letters, the officer called out to see if anyone was inside.

“Sir, you have someone who needs to see you.”

“Send them in.”  The voice answered back.

The off-duty cop opened the door and ushered the manager inside before following him in.

“I’m Detective Jamie Baxter.  How can I help?”  He asked shaking the man’s hand.  Jamie was 6’2″ and very handsome.  With his well-built physique, shoulder-length brown hair and piercing blue eyes, he was popular among the female officers.

The manager of the Genie’s Bottle explains the situation to the detective and shows him the DVD that was delivered to him along with the note.  Without hesitation, Jamie leads the manager into a back room and puts the DVD into the player. The drawer slid back inside and the message on the silver disc began to show up in the t.v. screen.

The video shows Jen dancing sensually to the music in the background and her going into a slow, deep backbend. Her breathing gently pushed her belly in and out making her navel all the more hypnotic. The camera was focused on her sexy, deep bellybutton and the warped voice began to speak as the picture slowly zoomed in on her innie.

“I’m sure you recognize this young lady as your most popular dancer, Jennifer. And you probably know that her sexy bellybutton is what really wins everyone over. But if you don’t do what I ask, you’ll never see Jen again. And I might just carve out her innie and send it to you if you don’t comply.  If you think I’m bluffing, let me show you what would happen to poor little Jen if my demands are not met…”

The scene cuts to a very different one, which has all in the room gasping.

Instead of her lovely belly and round navel in a seductive position, she was blindfolded and gagged and strapped to a table with a spike dangling over her, aimed right at her bellybutton. She struggles in vain and her muffled screams are heard as the camera points to a timer.

“You have 48 hours to meet my demands or this sexy innie gets run through…starting now!”

The digital clock starts ticking down from 48:00.

“I’ll send you my demands soon.”

With that, the message faded to black leaving the manager with his face buried in his hands.  The detective pauses the DVD, staring at her soft and helpless belly, sorrowful for the danger that delicious innie was in.

“Now what?  She’s like a daughter to me.” The manager asks close to tears.

The detective looked thoughtfully.  He saw how concerned this manager was for Jennifer and deduced that he had nothing to do with her kidnapping.

“I’ll have a few of my officers stake out your restaurant as ordinary customers and workers. One will be in your office getting your phones tapped in case he calls. I need to keep this dvd and look over it again. There may be a clue on it to pinpoint where he has her captive.”  Jamie ordered.

The manager nodded worriedly and was ushered out by the same off-duty officer that brought him there.  After he left, the detective replayed the DVD, pausing every now and then. Much as he was trying to find clues, he found his attention to keep being drawn to Jen’s bellybutton; even when it was threatened to be skewered, there was something about her, about that navel.  He keeps rewinding to the part where Jen does her deep backbend. He watches as she belly rolls and occasionally circles her innie with her finger, almost teasing whoever was viewing the tape.  He can’t keep his eyes off her bellybutton during that backbend, and he couldn’t figure out why! But he needed to focus; he had to find the clues to their location…before it was too late.  As he looked at the setting of the recording where she was bound and gagged, Jen’s innie was always tantalizingly there in the back of his mind.

“Ugh! I need to focus on finding her. But…it’s hard. She’s so beautiful and that deep bellybutton…”  He paused to let out a heaving sigh.  “…will be skewered if I don’t find any clues.”  He said to himself, running his fingers through his hair in frustration.

As he continued to scan over the DVD, trying his best to keep his attention away from her mesmerizing bellybutton, the door opened. The off-duty officer that was there before leaned in with a message.

“Detective, the manager of the restaurant says he just got the demands.”

“I’m on my way!”

Jamie grabbed his gun and badge and drove to the Genie’s Bottle as fast as he could.  A few minutes later, he arrives at the restaurant and goes to the manager’s office where the owner was pacing back and forth looking even more flustered than before.

“It’s awful! He wants $5,000,000 dollars cash! I don’t have that kind of money! I mean, yes, we do good business, but…oh, this is terrible!  Any ideas on where he’s taken her?”

Detective Jamie didn’t know how to answer him unfortunately.

Meanwhile…

At the undisclosed hideout, Jen’s abductor had taken her off the table with the spike suspended overhead and forced her into a kneeling backbend, chaining her in that potition and leaving her blindfolded and gagged. After being teased mercilessly by her dance the night before, he hatched a sinister plan to have some fun with her deep innie during these 48 hrs. Unable to see what was happening, Jen felt the cold air chill her stomach, flowing into her open bellybutton.

“I hope you realize I wasn’t bluffing when I said I’d stab that pretty navel if they fail to do what I ask.” Said the man in a gruff voice. She felt his coarse, calloused hands caress her tummy with one finger circling her vulnerable navel.  Her belly twitched and convulsed when she felt his rough skin graze hers.

“In the meantime, I’m going to have some fun with that delicious bellybutton of yours.”  With that, he walked away from her and searched through his duffle bag for various items.

Jen gasped in fear and her belly tensed as she heard the sounds of metal instruments clanging against each other while he was rummaging through who knows what.  Her fear only intensified when she heard his footsteps walking back to her bent back form.

“Hmm…my favorite stilleto dagger. I always keep this baby sharp. Let’s see if it fits in that cute little innie of yours, honey.”

The man first touched the tip of the slender blade to Jen’s soft lower tummy. Her belly quivered in fear and the cold steel made her skin break out in goosebumps.  Then the man inserted the narrow blade of the dagger into her navel until the tip rested on the bottom. Jen tried to suck in her stomach, but it was no use. The man chuckled as he poked and prodded her bellybutton with the weapon.

“Mmm.  Perfect fit.”

She squealed in fear and tried not to breathe. He had the point pushed in so if she took too deep a breath, she risked getting punctured…so she took shallow, quick pants. Her captive backbend position, the movements of her belly, the sounds of her panting and the dagger so deep in her bellybutton made him lick his rough, chapped lips while her fearful moans continued to turn him on. He was living out his dream.

All of a sudden, the dagger was removed after a few agonizing minutes. Her belly stopped squirming, but the muscles remained taut, waiting for the blade to return. After a moment, she slowly relaxed her stomach as the man removed her gag, but not her blindfold.

“We’re just getting started, sweet cheeks.” She heard the man say.

“What are you going to do now?”  She asked fearfully.

The man just smirked to himself as his index and middle fingers walked up her belly and around her helpless navel.  The muscles in her belly twitched in reaction to every step his fingers took.

“Babe, I have 48 hours alone with your gorgeous bellybutton. I’ll do anything I like. Hmmmmm, you sounded hot when you were panting…let’s see how sexy you look when you can’t breathe at all.”

Where Jen was chained, there were straps, some screw-type devices and a thimble attached in the middle of the strip of leather. He gets a long, wooden dowel rod with rounded tips, puts one end in her deep bellybutton, and the other end in the thimble.

“If I were you, doll, I’d start taking those deep breaths while you can. They may be your last.”

Fearful of that statement, she did just that and took lots of deep breaths.  Once everything was in place, he uses the screws and cinches the strap as tightly as he could, making her go into a turkish drop backbend and pushing the stick push deep inside her lovely innie. She tries to suck her belly in to make room for air, but she quickly finds out that the straps tighten even more. She gasps and her mouth gapes open. She arches her back but all it does is push her bellybutton into the stick more, preventing her belly from expanding and giving her less ability to breathe, which she desperately needed.

Try as she might, Jen’s amount of breath was quickly diminishing. The rod pushed deeper and deeper into her bellybutton with each shallow breath she took. She felt as if her lungs were being flattened.  All the while, her captor watches, aroused, as she attempts to breathe with a wooden rod in her navel.

“I…can’t…breathe…”

Her gasping plea was just barely above a whisper. She could feel the pulse in her bellybutton throb against the rod as she writhes; her bellybutton grinding against the rod. She mouths the words ‘help me’ hoping her captor has some shred of humanity and allow her to take a much needed breath of air. He sits and watches the erotic motions of Jen’s belly as she tries in vain to make the stick move enough for her to inhale.

With each breath she takes, Jen’s belly is pushed in just a little bit more, unable to come out again. Her navel pulse gets more painful, the rod so deep inside it she can visibly see the it jumping up and down with every beat. Another minute or two and she will have suffocated.

She felt herself getting woozy and her vision becoming blurry. She was sure she would die from lack of air in the next few seconds…but…

She felt the rod loosen and leave her bellybutton. When she was able to, she arched her back high and her belly heaved as she took lots of slow, deep breaths. The man couldn’t resist. He went to look at her abdomen from above; her bellybutton seemed to have gotten deeper and sexier than before. He watched as her bellybutton subtly changed shape as she inhaled and exhaled, how her belly heaved in an out, regaining her breath and color; his eyes on her slightly deeper navel. He put a hand on her bare stomach, feeling it push out and sink back in deep with each breath. Jen felt the rough texture of his hand there, but she didn’t even care at the moment.

Once she managed to calm herself a bit, the man said, patting her belly, “Ready for more?”  

“No…let me go, please!”  She breathlessly begged.

“No way, chicky. I ain’t done with you, not by a long shot.”

He looked inside her now deeper bellybutton and had to touch it for himself. He took his finger, licked it, and pushed it deep inside her navel. She squealed in disgust and squirmed violently, trying to move her bellybutton away from his slippery, slimy finger.

“Ohhh, it’s so soft and warm and…oh…is this a tiny hole in your bellybutton I feel?”

“N-no.” She panted out in panic.

“Oh, yes it is.”  He grinned to himself.  Now he was gonna have some fun.  With this new discovery, he was trying to find an innovative way to tickle the sexiest part of her body.  He looks around the room and spots a tiny little worm crawling on the ground. He picks it up and places it on her lower belly.  When Jen felt the wriggling creature on her skin, she writhed making her arched back position all the more seductive.

“EW! A worm! Get it off me!”  She squealed.

She gasped sharply as she felt it crawl inside her bellybutton. The sensations, as expected, tickled Jen to the point of laughter.  As grosss as it was to the bellydancer, she did like the ticklish aspects.  Her friend April did this to her before…and she quickly remembered what happened then. Her laughter soon turned to panic.

“P-please, I beg you.  Get this thing out of my bellybutton!  Please get it ou-“

She couldn’t finish her sentence because the worm had found the tiny hole in her navel and had already burrowed into it. She threw her head back, arched her back and heaved her belly high as she went into frantic, erratic panting. The hole led to the most sensitive part of her bellybutton and the worm was making itself home in it. The man watched as the worm’s tail disappeared into her navel’s deepest recesses.

“So, how do you like my little friend?”  He asked in a bad Tony Montana impression.

Jen was unable to answer him; she was panting too quickly and heavily and it got even more frantic when she realized he wasn’t going to get the worm out. This was just as bad as the stick, if not worse. With the panting, she wasn’t getting enough oxygen.

Jen gasped for breath as the she felt the worm crawl around in her “secret bellybutton chamber” as April had called it. It was the single most sensitive spot in her entire body, and no appendage could fit through the hole to get the worm out.

Her belly jerked around violently as she tried to breathe but the worm refused to stop torturing her. Inside, the pesky little creature explored the small chamber, its soft walls and floor warm to the touch. It squirmed around even more, trying to see if there was another hole that led even deeper into Jen’s bellybutton…

Jen’s body glistened with sweat as she tried pushing her belly in and out, trying to coax the worm out. A drop of sweat trickled down her belly and inside her bellybutton. It went to the hole and seaped inside. It reaches the worm and it makes it more excited. It wiggles more quickly making Jen’s eyes widen behind her blindfold. She bends back more, pushing her belly in and out and panting more desparately. In its excitement, the worm came across what seemed to be another opening and it decided to explore and liked this chamber even more. Jen let out a barely audible squeak as the tiny worm hits the motherload of her sensitive bellybutton. Her belly rolled involuntarily and she bent back so far, the top of her head touched the floor. Her belly was arched so high it looked as if she was offering it to her captor…which aroused him even more.

“I wonder what you’re thinking right now, hot stuff?”

“Christ! I didn’t even know those parts of my body existed!” She thought to herself. “Oh, God, please make it stop! Nothing should be in there!”

Jen’s belly moved in ways she never thought possible by itself. That damn worm! It felt like it was breakdancing in the deep hidden chamber of her bellybutton. The man saw the veins in her neck throb as her tummy got even sweatier.  Pretty soon, if the worm went any deeper, it would run into her navel pulse.

Her belly rolled, twitched and fluttered as the worm seemed to do gymnastics inside her hidden belybutton. The worm wriggled its way down exploring the second innie chamber when it finds a warm spot. The second it touched it…it sent a shockwave through Jen’s entire body.

Jen’s belly pushed her belly out so high as she went into another fit of frantic gasping and panting. The worm had found her bellybutton’s pulse point. The kidnapper, excited by the erotic breathing, stood and looked at her belly from above again. He had been taping the entire escapade since she arrived. He grabbed the camera and pointed it from above ber belly. He zoomed in on her bellybutton and he salivated. Her bellybutton looked as if it was an open mouth trying to take in air Jen couldn’t. He relished in seeing her bellybutton change shape as she panted; her belly was slick and shiny from the sweat.

“Oh, God! I’m feeling faint…if this…worm…doesn’t get out…I’m a goner.  Panting…too…much…can’t…breathe…please…someone help…”  She thought to herself.

Her panting got slower and more spaced out…unfortunately the worm was still wiggling at its normal pace. If he didn’t remove the worm soon, she could die from asphyxiation.

Starting to grow accustomed to the feeling…barely…Jen’s breathing slowed by the tiniest bit. It started up again, however, when the worm poked her pulse point again. The result was a jolt of tickling and pleasure throughout her entire body, her form visibly shuddering. Once more she was unable to breathe. Her belly was so sweaty by now it looked like she was swimming in a pool for the last hour.

All the while her captor filmed, so aroused he was afraid he’d drool on her delicate tummy.  Her belly, taut and sweaty, was starting to turn red from lack of air.

“Need…air…*gasping*…can’t…breathe…help…need…to…breathe…”  She gasped.

Jen’s breathing was slowing down and she was about to relax again, but the persistant worm keeps hitting her sensitive pulse point making her buck and arch involuntarily. She continues to pant rapidly, but she still wasn’t getting any oxygen. Despite it looking like she was, she was unable to breathe.  The sadistic captor kept filming as her body was now starting to turn a pale shade of purple.

“Hmmm, maybe I should get it out now…maybe…”

The place was known as the Genie’s Bottle, the most popular restaurant in town.  The cuisine was top notch and its Arabian Nights atmosphere stood out in its own right but that wasn’t why it was so popular.  What made it the hottest spot in town was the live entertainment…namely a seductive bellydancer named Jennifer.  Her sultry moves and glamorous costumes made her the talk of the town.  Just recently, she was given permission to add backbends…her favorite move…to her routine, but tonight, she got the nod from her boss to try something a little different.  Knowing how much the crowd liked her dancing, Jen figured they’d go nuts for this.  Tonight, she was in her dressing room putting the finishing touches on her costume.  After putting a light coat of baby oil on her body, belly included, she looked down at her round, deep innie bellybutton and spoke.

“Okay, my lucky little bellybutton, let’s show ’em our stuff. You might even get some licks and kisses tonight.”

As she did before every performance, she did a slow deep backbend in front of her mirror and deep fingered her bellybutton for a solid minute.  She loved the sensations she got from this action and let out a soft moan before slowly standing up.  Flashing herself a smile, she left her dressing room and walked towards the stage curtain.  She nodded to the announcer and prepared for her most alluring dance yet.  A large spotlight shone in the middle of the floor as the announcer got ready to cue her.

“Welcome, patrons, to the Genie’s Bottle!  Tonight, we have a very special treat for you.  Our Number One dancer, Jennifer, will perform a special dance where she will go around the tables and allow you, the audience, to do anything you want with her sexy bellybutton!  Let your imagination go crazy!  Just nothing painful, please.”

The crowd cheers loudly…especially one gentleman sitting in the back who had hungry eyes. The sensual music begins and Jen saunters out into the spotlight in her sexiest outfit to date: a sexy red bellydancer outfit complete with sparkly red sequin bra with thin straps and matching veil that showcased her eyes.  The skirt she wore had two slits on either side with the belt sitting low on her hips showing her nice lower belly.  She had a thin coin belt around her waist that jingled with every move she made.  As the music wafted through the restaurant in a slow tempo, Jennifer started out with smooth figure 8’s.  Her slender arms were above her head as she her body slithered like a snake; she knelt down to the floor, keeping her body straight before coming back up.  She went all out with her performance as the beat of the music picked up by doing hip drops, shimmies, mayas, belly flutters and of course slow, belly rolls.  The crowd clapped to the rhythm as she wiggled to the first table where a man in a dark blue suit was watching.  She sprawls on her back across the table in front him and smiled.

“Go on, sexy.  Make my bellybutton happy!” She told him playfully as her head went back.

She did that on purpose.  She discovered a long time ago that the sensations are heightened when she can’t see what’s being used or when it was coming.  The man smiles and takes one of the daisies from the centerpiece, plucks the stem off halway and tickles her bellybutton deeply with it making her arch a little and coo. After finishing, he places the blossom in her bellybutton. The audience lets out a collective “Aww” at the action.  Feeling that he was done, Jennifer raises up, puts the blossom in her hair and sweetly strokes his face.

“Thanks, sweety.” She giggled.

She shimmies to the next table a few feet away from her where two women were sitting in wait and offers up her navel in the same manner as before.

“Come on, girls, I swing both ways…navel-wise, anyway. Have fun with this bellybutton!” She grinned as she let her head go back.  She rolled her belly as encouragement…like they needed any.

One lady smiles and pours a little bit of her red wine into her deep innie. First she quickly slurps it, causing a weird, but pleasurable sensation to ripple throughout Jennifer’s body, then she deeply tongued it clean for her friend who pulls out a tube of cherry flavored lip gloss…the kind with the fuzzy applicator.  She slowly rubs gloss all around inside the enticing orafice as the fuzzy applicator tickles the sensitive walls of her bellybutton.  It felt so good to Jen, she giggled and moaned softly as she arched up into the applicator, her eyes closed all the while.  Once the sexy dimple was all shiny, the lady then slowly and deeply licked the gloss from her innie finishing it with a soft bellybutton kiss.  Both girls wink at Jen who winked back shivering from the lingering sensations.

“You girls have good taste. And I mean that quite literally.”

Jennifer danced on to the next table where a young couple sat after enjoying their meal. She looks at the girl and says as she bends back over their table:

“In case you get jealous, you can play with my innie, too!”

The young man gets a q-tip from his wallet and slowly tickles her offered navel making her laugh.  He twists it right in the center, unaware of the tiny hole in the middle, making her arch and let out a soft moan. When he finished, his girlfriend looks at him…with a smirk. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a lipstick brush.  With a smile, she slowly traces Jen’s abdominal dimple making the dancer roll her belly seductively.  She gives Jen’s deep bellybutton a slow, sensual tickle which makes her let out another soft moan. She then flips it around and gently pushes the blunt end in. Jen could feel her throbbing pulse beat against it and liked that feeling so much, she pushes her belly into the brush handle.  After she slowly pulls the brush out. the girlfriend whispered something in her beau’s ear which makes his eyes go wide. She said she wanted him to play with her bellybutton later when they got home. Jen overheard her and grinned at the couple as she lifted herself from the table.

“You two have fun. And trust me, girl, the brush feels amazing…both ends.”  She winked.

She saunters to the next table, which is occupied by two young men seeming to be of college age.

“Mmm, you like what you see?”  She asked as she arched back far.  When the boys answered her, she let her belly flutter to turn them on more.  “Then, show me your stuff, boys.” She said, offering up her deep innie.  People were amazed at how her bellybutton stayed round and open even when she was bent all the way back.

Both young men had some candy in their pockets that they had bought earlier and decide on some fun ways to eat it.

The first one had a pack of strawberry pop rocks. He filled her deep navel halfway with the sizzling candy and poured some of his wine into it. The popping sensation made her giggle and arch her back more. Her belly sexily went up and down as her breathing slightly quickened due to the popping right on her navel’s most sensitive part.  Feeling the time was right, the young man slurped the concoction from her navel and slowly licked it clean.

The other had a single pixy stick.  Grinning to his friend, he poured it into her navel, licked his finger and dipped it into her powder filled bellybuton giving it a wiggle as he did.  This elicited a giggle and some cooing from the submissive Jennifer.  He licks the powdery candy from his finger and repeats the process, wiggling finger and all, until it’s all gone.  He then gives her bellybutton a long deep licking to clean it out before she raised up.

“Mmm, you boys are ‘sweet'”.  She blew them a kiss and the two boys high fived each other.  Jen made this a night they wouldn’t forget.

She gives them a wink and moves to the next table occupied by three young ladies and two guys.

“Ahh, A full house at this one. Five times the fun!”  She said as she positioned herself overtheir table.  She arches back and stretches her belly, baring it for all.  “Go fot it!”

All of them were into their dessert course and decided to eat some of each dish from her belly and navel.

The first girl had a slice of devil’s food cake. She took a fingerful of chocolate icing and filled her navel with it, wiping some around the rim.  But instead of her eating it, the guy sitting next to her licked it from Jen’s navel.

He slowly licks it clean and he had a bowl of fruit cocktail. He poured a little of the juice into her bellybutton and pushed a grape deep inside until it fit snugly. Jen smiled and rolled her belly, as if trying to get it out.  She even panted as if she was having trouble.  The young man looked to the woman next to him and gave her the nod.  With a smile, she leaned down over Jen’s belly and bit the grape in half, using her tongue to dislodge the rest from her innie and lapping the juice out slowly.

She had a cake with cinnamon imperials decorating it and placed one deep inside her navel with a gentle push.  Again, Jen playfully rolled her belly as if trying to get it out with no hands.  The guy next to her leaned over and licked some of the red coloring off.  After a few licks, he lifted his head and pretended to wipe his brow, saying it was HOT and then uses his tongue to scoop out the hot candy.  Jen was arching and moaning since they started and looked forward to more.

Now, he had an ice cream sundae for dessert and scooped some ice cream out of the bowl, putting some in her deep innie. The sudden cold made her jump, but she liked it. She enjoyed the creativity of this group.  The girl next to him leaned over and slurped the ice cream out before licking her navel clean.

Since she and the last guy were sharing a sundae, she took the cherry, plucked the stemm off and slowly tickled Jen’s bellybutton with it before pushing the cherry into into it. The first girl who started it leaned down and licked around the cherry, bit into it and used her tongue to scoop it out before giving Jen’s bellybutton a deep tongue cleaning.

During every one of Jen’s umbilical escapades, the man in the back with hungry eyes watched with anticipation; hoping for a turn at her delectable bellybutton. His eyes were focused on her delicious innie, thinking of all the things he could do with it. He took in every belly movement and noted how her tummy quivered and loads of ideas began forming in his head…

Jen raised up from the ‘full house’ table and shivered with delight making the coins on her belt jingle.

“Whoo!  Did I hit the jackpot here!”  She grinned.  “No wonder I love dessert.”  

Giving a smile and a wink to every one, she shimmied on to the next table, drawing closer to her lustful admirer. This table had four young ladies who were having a Girls’ Night Out.

“Here you go, gals,” Jen says, patting her stomach as she bent back over their table. “Navel for all!”

As the girls giggled, one girl took decided to do something different. They all liked the idea of eating from the dancer’s navel so the lead girl poured some ketchup into her deep innie then all four girls dipped french fries into it one by one, pushing the fries against the inside of her bellybutton. Every once in a while, a fry would hit Jen’s sweet spot and she would arch in pleasure.  After they were done, each girl took turns tonguing her bellybutton until it was clean and no longer smelled of ketchup.  Jen was about to raise up, but she was gently pushed back by the girl on the end.  They weren’t quite done yet.  For their big finish, each girl deep fingered her tasty bellybutton.  Jen closed her eyes and arched up moaning softly as each finger wiggled inside her sexy belly dimple.

The man watching in the background licked his lips. He was anxiously waiting for his turn.  Jen and her deep bellybutton were so close, he could literally taste it. His dream bellybutton was but one table away.  When the girls were finished, Jen slowly lifted herself from their table and smiled at the girls.

“We should do this again…and I mean that.” She winked before swaying her belly to the next customer.  This next table, like the first, also had only one man.  He was good looking and that made it more enjoyable for Jennifer.

“You’re cute.  Don’t hold back, love.  Show me whatcha got.” She says to the man.

This time, Jen didn’t drape across his table. Instead, she did a slow, deep backbend, right in front of him. Her belly was smooth and taut and her bellybutton remained wide open.  On most people, their navel would stretch into a slit.  Hers remained as a nice unobstructed oval.  The man just looked up at the crowd with a silly grin on his face before looking back at Jen’s sumbissive form.  Since he was single, he decided to be daring and take a shot.  He wrapped his arms around her slender waist and started kissing the soft skin around her navel. But he wasn’t done there. He then placed his lips onto her bellybutton and gently kissed it as if it were a mouth. Jen was enjoying the felling of his lips on her innie but before she could raise up fully, she closed her eyes and bent back even further. Why?  Because the soft kiss to her navel turned into a passionate, deep french kiss and his tongue was stroking the most sensitive part of her bellybutton.  Jen panted and ran her hands up his arms, bracing herself as his tongue lovingly licked her sensitive navel. The audience cheered loudly, liking how this guy had some guts to do something so daring in public. He stopped and gave her bellybutton one last kiss before allowing her to stand straight, albeit a little dizzy from being bent backwards and from the kiss itself.

“Oh, wow!”  She panted out, her belly moving according to her heavy breathing.  “we need more customers like you.”  She smirked.

The hungry man’s eyes widened as he watched this guy almost bring Jen into an orgasm from the navel kiss. He was so sure he could kiss her bellybuton much better than that guy could, and he was also sure he’d get his chance right now.  Just as she turned to look his way, the announcer’s voice came on.

“Well, we hope you enjoyed the show tonight, folks, but, unfortunately,  our little Jenny here does have a home to go back to. Good night and we hope you all come back soon!”

Jen gave a wave to everyone, took a bow and ran backstage amidst thunderous applause.  The hungry man was furious, but he hid it well as to not attract any undue attention. The ones who were playing with Jen’s navel were chatting about how much fun it was and how they would be coming back more often.  It seems as if the dance had done its job in increasing the restaurant’s patronage.  What Jen didn’t know was that it did another job…one that would put her in danger.

Time passed and the man waited outside until he and Jen were the only ones left. He hid in the bushes as Jen, who was still in her outfit walked to her car. She had on an overcoat because she was too tired from her performance and was going to shower and go straight to bed that night. Little did she know, that wasn’t going to happen.

Seeing his chance, the man walked up and put on friendly smile. He figured he’d make small talk with her before he would strike.

“Evening.” He said.

“Good evening.” Jen replied. “Sorry I didn’t get to you tonight. Maybe I could make it up to you another time.”

“Sure, that’d be great! But listen, I think that last guy you danced for might want to hurt you.”

That statement made Jen stiffen a bit.

“How so?  You don’t think he’s a stalker, do you?”

“It’s just that he kissed your navel so passionately.  I think he’d loved to bring you harm through it.  I just want you to be careful.”

“Thanks, I appreciate the concern.” She said, a little fearful. “I’ll just get home and …MMFMFMMFMFMMFMFMFMFMFMFF!”

Jen never finished the sentence. When she turned to her open her car door, a chloroform-doused rag covered her nose and mouth.  She struggled to escape his grip as hard as she could.  Hey eyes widened and her belly heaved as she was leaned back.  She fought valiantly, but it was to no avail as her world went dark.