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.