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?”