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…”