The weather was perfect for traveling which suited Victoria Almas's needs just fine.  The twenty two year old young woman set her small carry on bag down at the bar of the airport's first class lounge and pulled some papers out of a side pocket before she shimmied up onto a stool.

The cute little wriggle was due to two factors.  The first being that the beautifully exotic brunette was only a little over 5' 2” so it was a bit of a climb onto a stool.  The second factor being her form fitting, low riding blue jeans were just a bit restrictive.

But what a form they were fitting.  Proportionally, the young woman's legs were long and toned.  Her backside was exceptionally round and firm, the denim hugging the ripe cheeks so closely it looked like an interested passerby could bounce quarters off of it.

In response to the warm weather outside the gorgeous traveler was wearing a thin, snug, light blue tank top.  The light material clung to her fit, athletic figure and had in fact ridden up her firm, curves so that her soft, satiny, bronze lower belly was exposed.

Victoria tucked a lock of wavy, dark brown hair behind her right ear and gave the bartender a casually dazzling smile of perfect white teeth as he came up to take her order.

“Hi!  Let's see...can I get...just a cherry coke?  With an actual cherry in it?”

The bartender grinned back at her and murmured in assent as her moved away to get her drink.

Victoria gave a girlish little pump of her fist in excitement that she was getting her drink wish and then she eagerly reached across the bar to the straw holder.  As she reached, her tight little tank top slid up some more, unveiling more of her smooth, firm, caramel colored tummy and revealing a breathtakingly beautiful, wide, oval bellybutton of sensational depth.

As she sat back down with a satisfied sigh and a straw, her tank top stayed hiked up but the gorgeous young brunette was unaware as she studiously began leafing through the papers she had taken from her carry on.

At one of the nearby tables an older gentleman was gazing appreciatively at Victoria and had been ever since she walked in.  The young woman was a sight to behold in any case.  A veritable buffet of dusky beauty and vivacious firmness that promised a dizzying array of delights.

But when the extravagantly wealthy older man saw Victoria's smooth, light brown tummy and her luscious, deep oval bellybutton, his perfectly trimmed gray eyebrows lifted in lustful amazement and a sly grin played across his mouth.

The bartender brought Victoria's cherry coke which earned him another mega watt smile.  As she sipped at it from a straw and studied the papers before her, the perfectly groomed older man watched her flawless belly peacefully rising and falling with her relaxed breathing.  He noted with lazy hunger that her deep, oval navel would widen slightly with each inhalation.

Finally, the older man stood up and straightened his silver, tailored suit.  He patted at his styled, gun metal gray hair and smoothed a mustache of the same color as he stepped over to the desirable, exotic beauty.

The young woman belatedly noticed someone standing beside her and glanced up unconcernedly.  Seeing the older gentleman she gave him a polite little smile and short wave of one small hand.

The aging millionaire saw a face of surpassing beauty with high cheekbones and a small, straight nose.  Her naturally smiling mouth was full lipped and wonderfully soft looking and her large eyes were a shade of deep green.

The older man smiled confidently and held out a hand saying, “Hello.  My name is Dan.”

Victoria was unprepared for a second, not really expecting to be meeting someone at the airport bar.  The young woman hastily swallowed the cherry coke in her mouth and smiled sheepishly as she shook his hand.  “Oh, um...Hi!  My name is Victoria.”

Dan took notice of the beautiful brunette's small, fine boned hands.  Idly thinking how satisfying it would be to tie them to the headboard of a bed.  The older man didn't really try to keep his train of thought out of his expression as he shook Victoria's hand.

“A great pleasure to meet you Victoria.”  Dan put noticeable emphasis on the word pleasure.  “You are an incredibly beautiful young woman.”

Victoria's sweet face flushed pink with embarrassment and she giggled cutely.  “Uh...*giggle*...Gosh,um...thank you.”

Dan smiled wolfishly at her adorable demeanor and leaned idly against the bar.  “You have quite a unique beauty as well.  What is your lineage?  If I may be so bold?”

Victoria nodded her head and smiled a bit proudly.  “I don't mind at all!  My mother is Arabic and my father is French.”

“Ah,” Dan said as if it was an explanation.  “That's where your wonderful caramel colored skin tone comes from then.  And your eyes are truly bewitching.”

Victoria looked down at the bar again and laughed a bit uncomfortably as she murmured, “Thank you.”

The older businessman glanced at the papers stacked on the bar and noticed the top page had the name of a prominent museum in New Orleans.  “Are you going to the Big Easy then?  Hoping to visit this museum?”

Victoria nodded her head with an excited smile on her full lips.  “Yes!  I'm so excited!  I'm hoping to examine an artifact they have there.”

Dan quirked an eyebrow and grinned in what he thought was a coy manner.  “Surely you're not an archaeologist!  No woman so stunning has ever been an archaeologist!”

Victoria hesitated for a moment and gave him a wry look.  Evidently figuring out that this middle aged lech was just trying to sweet talk her.  “Ummm...I'm not an archaeologist, per say.  But I am pursuing an independent search for an ancient relic.”

The wealthy older man idly sifted through the papers as he casually said, “How interesting.  What relic are you searching for?”

The green eyed beauty put a small brown hand on the stack of papers, smiling tolerantly and replied, “The Gem of Sultana.”

Dan froze for a second and stared speculatively at Victoria.  Then he shifted closer and in a low voice he said, “You mean the Navel Gem of Sultana?”

Once again the confident, older man put emphasis on the word 'Navel' and his hungry gaze tracked down to the wide, oval opening of Victoria's deep bellybutton and then back up to her green eyes.

Victoria took another sip of her coke and nodded slightly with a cautious expression.  “Yeah.  That's right.”

Dan continued to lean closer and he murmured in a voice made husky by desire, “Well Victoria, you certainly have a navel worthy of a priceless gem.”

The exotic young beauty swallowed a little nervously and shifted backward on her stool slightly as her middle aged admirer continued.  “I know businessman in Tokyo who would pay $5,000 dollars to eat sushi off of your smooth, sweet belly.”

The older man leaned closer still and whispered in her ear, “And they would pay $10,000 dollars to lick honey out of your beautiful bellybutton.  And so would I.”

Victoria pulled back sharply and stared at Dan in astonishment.  Then her gorgeous face got a wary little grin and she shook her head.  “Um well...that's very flattering but there's no way that would happen.”

Dan smirked disbelievingly at her and said, “Why?  You don't need the money?  You have steady income pouring in from somewhere?”

Victoria shook her head, her dark brown hair swaying against her back.  “No, no.  It's not that.  It's just I couldn't stand anyone eating off of my tummy.  I'm waaaay too ticklish.  And licking something out of my bellybutton?  Forget it!  I'd lose my mind!”

The stylish older man grinned slyly and his gray eyes narrowed in predatory appraisal, “Really?” he drawled slowly.  “Well Victoria, I look forward to seeing more of you in New Orleans.  I have business there as well.  Perhaps I could take you out to dinner?  I know a great sushi restaurant...”

Dan let that suggestion hang coyly and the exotic young woman's green eyes widened slightly as she remembered his comment concerning Japanese businessmen, sushi and her smooth belly.  

Victoria blushed slightly again and gave her head a little shake, “Um, I don't think so.  I'm going to be very busy while I'm there and then I'm heading right back out of town.  Thanks though, maybe some other time.”

Dan regarded her coldly for a moment, his face tracking through a series of emotions ranging from disappointment to sullen irritation.  Finally he nodded his head once and curtly said, “Yes, that's fine.  Maybe some other time then.  Who knows, life may once again give me a shot at you.”

The wealthy older man turned and strode out of the first class lounge with confident, rapid steps.  Leaving Victoria staring after him a little worriedly as she absently sipped the rest of her cherry coke.

Victoria boarded her plane and the flight to New Orleans went smoothly.  The beautiful young woman warily kept an eye out for Dan but didn't see him in first class.  She knew there was no way a guy like that was flying coach.  “Probably has his own plane,” she murmured to herself as the jet taxied to the unloading ramp.

Once outside the airport, Victoria immediately took a taxi to the small, privately funded museum in the heart of New Orleans and eagerly trotted up a short flight of stairs and into a little reception area.

A thin, frail old man was talking quietly on an old, wall mounted phone as she walked in.  The elderly caretaker hung up the phone quietly and turned a dim little smile on the young, dusky beauty.

“Hello, hello.  What can I help you with today?”

Victoria smiled excitedly back at him and said, “I was really hoping to get a look at a artifact you have here.  A small cup, made of bronze.  They call it the Destiny Cup I believe.”

The old man pondered that for a moment and then nodded hazily, “Oh yes.  Come this way, it's in the back I think with the other finds of extreme value.”

The old caretaker led Victoria deeper into the dimly lit museum, then into a smaller display room with several glass cases full of various archaeological treasures.

The old man led Victoria to the center case and pointed, “It's in here...”  Suddenly he trailed off as he blinked fuzzily and then snapped his fingers.  “Oh my goodness, I forgot.  A wealthy private collector purchased it not half an hour ago.  I have it wrapped up at the front desk.”

Victoria's beautiful face fell in disappointment.  A moment later she brightened slightly and wheedled, “I don't need the whole cup, I just need to look at it.  There's an engraving on the side I really need to see.  Could you just let me take a quick peek...I won't even touch it.”

The old caretaker squinted in thought for a second and then shrugged his frail shoulders.  “Okay.  I don't see how that can hurt anything.  Come on.”

Victoria followed the old man back to the front desk where he rummaged under the counter and came out with a wrapped little container about the size of a shoe box.  

He set it on the counter and was about to open it when a deep, refined voice said from the front door, “Oh good.  You have my purchase.”

Victoria looked up quickly and her heart sped up a little in surprise and worry as she saw Dan standing in the doorway, flanked by two, large bodyguard goons.

The wealthy middle aged man strolled casually into the dimly lit museum and quirked an eyebrow at the exotically beautiful young woman.  “I am a bit of a collector, I hope you don't mind that I purchased your little puzzle piece.”

Dan leaned indolently on the counter and chuckled, “I'm sure we can work something out.  A trade perhaps?  Something for something as they say.”

Dan tapped a finger lightly on the counter and one of his goons put a small take out food container on it.  The wealthy man's eyes once again tracked down to Victoria's smooth, caramel colored belly and deep, oval bellybutton as he murmured devilishly, “In fact, I have some sushi right here...”

Annie and the Overdue Books  Part 2


The head librarian's name was Walter Cole and his assistant at the college library had informed him of a very, very interesting young woman who still had a penalty coming for an overdue library book.

Walter sat in his drab, sedan outside a simple apartment building, patiently watching occupants and visitors enter and leave as the bright, spring day sun climbed higher in the sky toward noon.

Anyone walking by the car would have seen an unassuming looking man, around forty years of age with graying, auburn hair brushed straight back from a thinning widow's peak.  Sunglasses covered his cold, gray eyes and a short, trimmed goatee framed a thin mouth.

Walter waited with such implacable calm that he could have been mistaken for napping.  Until at just a little past noon, the doors of the apartment building opened and a young woman slipped out and started walking down the sidewalk toward the nearby campus.

The head librarian carefully compared the photo he had of his library fine fugitive.  He had printed the photo from the college database using the girl's student ID number she had given to his assistant.

“Let's see...,” he murmured thoughtfully.  “Brown hair, falling a little past the shoulders.  Check.  About five and a half feet tall.  Check.  Glasses and....”  Walter's gray eyes panned over the young woman's figure, taking note of the thin, light blue t-shirt hugging the hourglass sides and the desirable flare of her rounded hips as they swayed delightfully in her low slung, gray, capri style pants.

“And a body that needs some additional survey,”  the head librarian finished with a lazy drawl.  “Yep, that's Annie.”

Walter started his car and carefully pulled a U turn, cruising slowly after Annie as she walked to class.  The head librarian had been at the school for a decade and he knew it like the back of his hand.  He squinted his eyes in thought and then muttered, “If she stays on her current route...she'll pass the old annex building they used to teach art classes in.  That should work just fine.”

The head librarian accelerated ahead and quickly found a parking spot.  With confident haste he climbed out of the car and walked to the small, auxiliary building set off the path under some spreading evergreens.  

Walter tried the door and found it locked, but a quick try of the windows turned up one he could force open and clamber inside.  Once in the dim little building, the graying librarian looked around and grinned in smug satisfaction.  He saw a long worktable and over a dozen jars containing different types of paintbrushes as well as some old painter's aprons and smocks.  A quick flip of the lights showed the light bulbs were all blown out but a couple of desk lamps worked and swiftly arranged them around the worktable so it was cast in a warm, soft light.  

A small predatory smile spread over Walter's thin lips as he surveyed his impromptu playroom.  “Alright.  Showtime!”

Annie was walking along the narrow sidewalk that threaded through a mix of trees and empty, unused buildings when she saw a man sauntering towards her from a small modular unit.  The man was about 5' 10” tall and average build with large aviator sunglasses on his long face.

“Excuse me,” he called genially.  “Could you give me a hand?  I have to carry two boxes to the administration building and I really don't want to make two trips.  The boxes aren't heavy, just a little awkward.”

Annie came to an uncertain stop and hesitantly said, “Well...I'm kind of in a hurry...”

Then the pretty brunette glanced around and seeing no one else who could help, her conscience got the better of her.  “Okay.  I'll give you a hand.  I'm going that way anyhow.”

Walter tried to make his smile more appreciative and less shark like but a flicker of wariness still crossed the young woman's face.  Giving her head a little shake, she resolutely pushed her glasses up on her nose and followed the man off the path and into the trees where they entered the little modular building.

Once inside, Annie blinked her brown eyes at the comparative dimness of the single room.  She noticed the island of warm light that illuminated the long work table off to one side of the interior.  There were a great many jars of paintbrushes arranged on little stands around the table but she noticed it only in passing as she scanned the room for boxes.

Walter led her to the center of the room and casually handed her a paper.  “Here, take look at this.  Just standard paperwork for this sort of thing.”

Annie took the paper and after squinting at it futilely, she walked over by the table to read, what she expected to be a customary release of liability for helping a staff member with something physical.

As she got into the light and adjusted her glasses she began reading the paper and a bemused little frown graced her mouth.  “What the...?” she muttered softly.  Realization dawned on her as she confusedly read out loud, “Is your belly ticklish?  Have you ever been tickled in your bellybutton...?”

A form loomed out of the dimness in front of her and Walter said, “Just standard paperwork Annie.  For overdue books that is.”

The startled young woman dropped the paper and opened her mouth to scream when Walter grabbed both of her hands and whirled her around smoothly onto the long worktable on her back.

Annie's scream came out in a surprised little screech as she twisted her head around in disorientation.  Walter had a painter's apron and he quickly used the strings to tie Annie's slender hands together and then took them over her head and and over the upper end of the table so her elbows were bent over the edge of the table and her biceps lay parallel to her baffled face where he tied the apron off securely.

Then, moving with efficient competence, Walter produced two more aprons and used them to tie Annie's legs down to the table.  One apron across her ankles and one just above her knees.

Once his victim was secure, Walter exhaled happily and ran his hands back through his thinning hair.  With a sinister gleam in his eye the librarian reached out a single finger and hooked it under the bottom edge of Annie's thin, light blue t-shirt and began slowly pulling the material up her torso.

The anxious young woman's soft whine of foreboding was the perfect counterpoint to the hungry grin that spread across Walter's mouth as he unveiled her beautiful belly.  

First to appear was the soft, luxurious surface of the bound teen's lower belly.  Her capri pants were riding so low that the sensual flare of her rounded hips were visible and the tempting, sensitive hollows just inside her hip bones.

Walter let out a little growl of desire and as he slowly dragged the t-shirt higher he saw the perfect swell of Annie's hips just beginning to curve sweetly into her sleek waist, when he spotted the lower edge of the pretty brunette's deep, open, oval bellybutton.

Walter paused for a moment and gave Annie a fraudulent look of seriousness as the tied down beauty stared worriedly back at him.

“I don't know if I should look any further Annie.  Chuck said you have an absolutely delicious looking bellybutton.  If your navel is even half as sexy as he made it sound, I might not be able to control myself.  Bellybuttons are kind of my obsession you see.”

Pretending to marshal his willpower, Walter slid the bottom of the thin t-shirt up and uncovered Annie's deep, soft bellybutton.

His breath did leave him in an appreciative sigh and he paused for a moment to admire the open, oval shape with it's alluring depth and the soft, delicate folds that graced the interior.

Almost in a dreamlike state Walter swallowed and said, “That is pretty hard to resist...”  Slowly he reached a single finger towards the inviting opening as Annie watched with fearful brown eyes.

The panicked teen immediately drew in a breath and began screaming shrilly.  “Heeeeeeelp!  Heeeeeelp meeeeeeee!  Someone heeeeeelp meeeeeee!”

Walter froze instantly and a remote expression came over his long face.  Calmly, he walked over to one of the little windows facing the path outside and carefully peered through the blinds covering it.  There was no one out there and as he thought about it, he figured there wouldn't be anyone passing that way until classes let out that afternoon sometime.

The smug librarian sauntered back over to the still screaming young woman and let her go on until she realized the futility.  Annie reluctantly let her screams for help wind down as Walter shook his head patronizingly.

“No help for you I'm afraid.”  Then the devious older man quickly swept Annie's t-shirt the rest of the way up her smooth, hourglass belly until it was bunched under her breasts.

Walter smiled triumphantly and exclaimed, “Now, about that overdue book!”  Then he reached out and began rapidly running his fingertips all over the smooth surface of Annie's soft belly.

The tied down brunette's curvy body stiffened and she futilely strained at her bonds as she burst into soaring laughter. “Naaaaaahaaaaahahahahahahahahaaaa!!  Haaahahahahahahahahaaaaahaaaaaa!!”

Annie tossed her frantically back and forth and her rounded hips wriggled and swiveled in vain as the librarian's fingertips expertly skittered across the glossy, heaving surface of her ticklish belly.

Walter relentlessly spider tickled his victim's desirable belly for several intense minutes, then abruptly he stopped and stepped away from the table and vanished into the dimness.

Annie lay on the table, fitfully struggling at her bonds and laboring to catch her breath from the distressingly skillful tickling of the librarian.  A dread filled thought was swimming around in her frazzled mind.  That the head librarian was just as talented a tickler as the assistant said he was.


Less than a minute later, Annie had pretty much caught her breath when the librarian appeared as if on cue from the shadows surrounding the table.  

The fearful brunette flinched away from his sudden appearance and watched with worried brown eyes as Walter smirked gloatingly at her.

“Lucky for me, Chuck gave me a rundown on your beautiful belly.  It saves me the time of having to explore your sensitivities myself.”  Then with a predatory grin, Walter began skimming his unfairly effective fingertips back and forth over the soft, sensitive surface of Annie's lower belly.

Annie's brown eyes widened in alarm and she reflexively sucked in her smooth belly.  A heartbeat later her nose wrinkled cutely and she tucked her chin down as she let out an adorable, girlish squeal that flowed into trilling laughter.

“Eeeeeeeeheeeeeheeeeeee!!  Noooohohohohohohohohooo!  Haaahahahahahahahahaahhaaaa!!”

Walter watched gleefully as the frantic teen kept trying to escape the tickling fingertips by sucking in her soft, heaving belly, only to let it back out again an instant later as she sang out laughter.

Walter stroked and tickled Annie's luxurious, satiny lower belly until her cheeks were rosy with color and tears of laughter were glistening in her brown eyes.  Like before, the devious librarian suddenly stopped and melted back into the shadows, leaving the disheveled brunette desperately drawing air into her lungs as she squinted anxiously into the dimness around the illuminated table.

Only about thirty seconds of tense waiting had passed before Walter reappeared abruptly and sprang up onto the table, carefully settling himself down on Annie's lower thighs.  With a wink he said, “Shall we continue?”  Then he swiftly took both hands and gripped Annie's sweetly curved sides, eagerly kneading and squeezing the tender softness.

The brunette's brown eyes flew open wide and gave a single galvanic tug at her bonds before she started thrashing her head and screaming laughter.

“OhmyGaaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaawd!!*screams*Naaaaaahahahahahahahaahahahahaaa!!  Staaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaahaaaap!*screams*Pleeeeeheeheeheeeheeeeheeeease!”

Walter enthusiastically squeezed and kneaded his way up and down through the lush curve of Annie's sleek, tender sides.  The devious librarian would work his greedily grasping fingers slowly up to the wildly laughing teen's lower rib and then swiftly slide his hands back down the wriggling surface to start again.

This went on for several riotous minutes before Walter drew his hands back.  This time however he stayed perched on Annie's thighs as he shrewdly studied her trying to regain her breath and a shred of composure.

It was only a handful of seconds when Walter apparently saw what he wanted to see and he smiled admiringly.  “You have amazing vitality!  It shouldn't surprise me, you're in the full bloom of youthful vigor and in great shape besides.”

Walter rested his distressingly skillful hands on his own thighs as he confided in the flushed brunette.  “Do you know what makes me so good?  What makes me better than Chuck?  It isn't just technique like Chuck thinks, though that's certainly part of it.  No, it comes down to building up the girl's sensitivity, both physical and emotional.  You'll understand in a second.”

And with that, Walter reached out his expert fingertips and began lightly fluttering them in the irresistibly tender hollows of the tied down beauty's hip bones.

Annie's fine brows lifted as her eyes closed and she involuntarily arched her back slightly with a sharp inhalation.  A moment later she bit her lower lip, stubbornly trying to resist the smile curling her soft lips upward and the throaty laugh that bubbled out of her.  The stubborn teen restlessly tossed her head back and forth defiantly, but a moment later she hunched her slender shoulders and gave in to the insidious, seducing tickles.

“Nnnnnnnahahahahahhaahaa*squeal*Hahahahahahahahahahaaa*pant pant pant pant*Nooohohohohohohohohoooo*squeal*”

Walter smugly noted the fine ripple of goosebumps that flashed across Annie's soft, smooth lower belly.  He watched her futilely try to swivel her rounded hips, trying to disrupt the unwelcome stroking as the color in her cheeks grew rosier and her sleek belly began to tremble with her throaty, panting laughter.

Walter gloatingly continued for several minutes then he sneered cruelly and said, “But you also have to keep them off balance!”

The sinister librarian suddenly gripped Annie's lush, rounded hips and swiftly lowered his head, snuggling his face into the sensitive hollow of her left hip bone where he blew a long, tingling raspberry.

“Pppppppffffffttttfffttttttttffffttttttppppptttt!!”

Annie's back arched up higher involuntarily and she threw her head to the left as she let out a dismayed scream that wavered into strident laughter.

“*SCREAMS*Naaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaa!*screams*Staaaaahahahahahahahhaap!!  Aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaaaa!!”

Walter slowly worked his way across the soft, trembling surface of Annie's lower belly.  Blowing raspberries every couple of inches until he reached the tender hollow of her right hip bone and nestled his face into it as he blew another series of long, vibrating raspberries and was rewarded with more ticklish screams from his beautiful captive.

Abruptly, Walter stopped blowing his wicked raspberries.  Apparently satisfied for the moment that his captive was off balance and amped up both physically and emotionally.

The black hearted librarian languidly trailed a line of light, whispering kisses across Annie's soft, glossy lower belly, drawing a round of panting, breathless giggles from the flustered teen.

Walter paused when he reached the middle, noting with satisfaction that Annie's smooth, heaving belly was glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration.  “That's a good sign...” he murmured smugly to himself as he slowly kissed his way up the sleek surface, heading for the open, oval opening of Annie's deep, soft bellybutton.

When his long, straight nose reached the tied down beauty's sensuous navel, Walter inhaled deeply and said, “God you smell good!”

The sinister librarian teasingly kissed a circle around Annie's deep bellybutton as she whimpered giggles and futilely sucked her smooth belly in, trying to escape the unwanted, scintillating sensation.

Annie's brown eyes were heavy with foreboding as she stared down at her captor in fearful anticipation.  The flushed teen was distraught at the mere thought of the librarian brazenly tickling her soft bellybutton.  

Annie was still grappling with disbelief at the sheer volume and intensity of sensations coursing through her vibrant, curvy body.  She couldn't seem to separate out ticklishness from pleasure.  The librarian masterfully kept her feelings and sensations tangled up and intertwined so she couldn't get a handle on either one.  The one thing she knew for sure was she definitely didn't want this terrible man tickling her hyper sensitive bellybutton.  She didn't even know what would happen if he did!

Walter wanted to crow with glee at the expression of dismay and nervousness of Annie's pretty, bespectacled face.  “She doesn't think it can get any worse!” Walter snickered quietly to himself.  “Time to prove her wrong.”

The icy eyed librarian looked Annie directly in her brown eyes for a minute and then turned his hungry gaze on her deep, soft bellybutton.  “Time to have some fun with my sweet treasure.”

Annie stiffened slowly in apprehension and her eyes grew wider as Walter teasingly lowered his goatee fringed mouth toward the panicking teen's delicious bellybutton.  But at the last second, the evil librarian abruptly gripped Annie's sensuous, curved sides and started kneading and tickling greedily.

Completely caught off guard, Annie's back lifted in a frantic arch and she twisted frenetically at her bonds as she screamed out plaintive laughter.  The curvy teen desperately wriggled and squirmed, her brown hair fanning out as she thrashed her head and shrieked ticklish laughter.

The ticklish assault only lasted thirty seconds or so before Walter released her curved sides and let the heavily breathing young woman lower back down to the table top.  

Annie had just got enough breath back to plead for him to stop when Walter expertly began stroking his fingertips lightly in the tender hollows of her hipbones.

Annie hunched her slender shoulders and tucked her chin down, an unbidden little squeal of delight escaped her before she bit her lower lip and stifled any more.  The dazzled teen's brows lifted wonderingly again and her back arched slightly into the scandalously pleasurable tickles as throaty, sultry laughter drifted unstoppably from her smiling mouth.

“Mmmmmhmmmhmmmmhmmmm.*squeal*Aaaaaaaaahahahahahaha-*squeal*Stop it stop it stop it-*squeal*Mmmmmmmhmmhmmmhmmmhmmmmmmm....”

Gazing at the desirable, bemused teen, Walter expertly judged her emotional state in a moment.  The devious librarian assessed the open, oval opening of Annie's deep bellybutton and then quickly reached over to a nearby jar and grabbed a paintbrush, about the diameter of  two pencils, with long, soft bristles.  While his sweet captive was busy trying to fight the implacable pleasure of his hip hollow tickles, the crafty librarian took the paintbrush and dipped it into the soft, creamy depths of Annie's bellybutton, twirling it devilishly so the soft bristles fanned out and lightly stroked over the whole ticklish interior.

Annie's brown eyes closed and her head tilted back as she let out a sharp, innocent gasp in instant response.  With her divided emotions, the tied down beauty defiantly sucked in her smooth, gleaming tummy even as she arched her back involuntarily into the searingly intense sensation.  

Annie's soft, sleek belly shivered vulnerably as she let out a light, tremulous cry of intolerable pleasure that was followed by a string of breathless, quavering giggles as she twisted slowly at her bonds.

Walter kept the tickling paintbrush twirling with fiendish delight.  Carefully tilting it and angling it to get the soft bristles whispering over the entire, creamy soft interior of Annie's deep, hyper sensitive bellybutton.

The dazzled brunette kept her head tilted back, brows raised over closed eyes as her smooth, hourglass belly heaved and trembled with feverish panting, punctuated by intermittent scandalized gasps and simmering, whimpering laughter.

“*Pant pant pant pant* Nnnnnnnnnnn-*SHARP GASP*Nnnnnhnnhnnnnhnnnnhnnnn...*SHARP GASP**Pant pant pant pant pant*Nnnnnnhnnnnhnnnnnhnnnoooo...*SHARP GASP*”

Walter swirled the paintbrush for a couple more minutes of tingling, intensely ticklish, tormented pleasure, then he slowly withdrew the brush and set it on the rolling cart with the other jars.

Annie slowly relaxed from her passionate arching position and opened her brown eyes reluctantly.  She saw Walter hunched like a bird of prey over her sleek helpless belly as he lowered his mouth toward the oval opening of her deep, soft navel and murmured hungrily, “Now you're ready...”

Annie's mouth opened in mute, dread filled anticipation as Walter gripped her rounded hips to hold her still and prepared to slip his tongue into her deep, creamy, soft bellybutton.  A mewling sound of dismay slithered from the tied down beauty's soft lips and then at the last moment, Walter's cell phone rang.

For a moment, the lust filled librarian hesitated and Annie was dismally sure he was going to lick her in her ultra sensitive bellybutton and drive her crazy.  But with a snarl of irritation, the goateed librarian straightened up and answered his phone.

“Hello!  Oh um...yes Mr. Dean.  Of course...of course.  Meet in my office in five minutes?”  Walter's hungry gaze zeroed in on Annie's deep, soft bellybutton as she watched fearfully.  “Could we make it fifteen minutes?  I'm in the middle of something I'd really like to finish.  I see...yes sir...I'll see you then.”

Walter ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket.  The long faced librarian leaned over the anxious brunette's smooth, desirable belly and silently gazed at her beautiful, open bellybutton.  He turned his head and regarded Annie soberly as he said, “It would almost be worth losing my job to lick you in your sensuous bellybutton right now.  I'm really interested to see what happens.”

Slowly the librarian straightened up and swiftly untied Annie from the table.  He pulled the disbelieving teen casually to her feet and remarked, “But...I have bills to pay.  You can go Annie.  Consider your overdue book fine paid in full.”

This story is based on the alluring DA user known as ticklemybellyplz.  She gave me her blessing to post it and continue with it.  So here's the first installment.


                                   Annie and the Overdue Books



The college library was going to be closing in just five minutes and the assistant librarian was slumped back behind the front desk in boredom as he watched a pair of students hurry out the door.

The apathetic man's name was Chuck.  At almost thirty years old he was dutifully working toward the position of head librarian.  He stood about 5'9” tall and had a wiry build with black, slicked back hair and a narrow, rodent like face.

Chuck heaved himself out of his chair and did a walk through of the library disinterestedly, to make sure no one was still inside when he locked the doors for the night.

The weasel faced man had checked all the aisles except for the fiction aisle.  He rounded the end of the shelves and his eyes widened in surprised excitement when he saw there was one last student in the library.

Chuck paused at the end of the aisle and surreptitiously studied the unsuspecting young woman as she idly flipped through a novel.  Chuck knew this student and harbored a rather simmering infatuation for her.  

Her name was Annie and even though Chuck had only said a handful of words to her in the months she had been going to the college, the assistant librarian was filled with a consuming physical attraction for her.

As he watched, Annie closed the book and pushed her glasses up on her nose as she reached over her head to put the book away on the top shelf.  Eagerly, Chuck peered at the bottom hem of the eighteen year old's simple gray t-shirt as it rode up and unveiled her soft, smooth lower belly and just the bottom edge of her deep, oval navel.

Annie's faded jeans were sitting low on her deliciously rounded hips and wonderfully showcased her sweet curves, Chuck noted as he walked lazily down the aisle toward her.  

Annie caught sight of movement out of the corner of her eye and swung her head around, her brown eyes widened in surprise and her chestnut hair waving in it's ponytail.

“Oh my goodness!” Annie blurted.  “You startled me!  I'm sorry...are you trying to close for the night?”

Chuck nodded his head and then shrugged in what he thought was a nonchalant fashion.  “It is closing time, but you can hang around if you want.  Libraries can be fun after closing.”

The weasel faced man said this last as his beady eyes gazed appreciatively at the teasing glimpse of Annie's soft lower belly that was still visible between her waistband and t-shirt.

The young woman got a little, uncomfortable frown on her cute face and shook her head warily.  “No, no that's okay.  I'll just get this one book and go.”

Chuck shrugged again, this time in disappointment and tilted his head toward the front desk.  “Come on up and I'll check you out.”

Annie arched a quizzical eyebrow at the assistant librarian's curious choice of words and then picked up her bag with her hoodie sweatshirt draped over it and followed him up front.  

The brown eyed beauty put her book up on the counter and presented her student identification to check out the book.  Chuck ran the student ID and suddenly his beady eyes lit up as he said, “Uh oh!  You have two overdue books out right now.”

Annie's fine brow furrowed as she thought back to her last visit to the library.

“Oh shoot!  You're right.  I have two books on my nightstand I forgot to bring in.  Will it be okay if I bring them in tomorrow?”

Chuck shook his head with a counterfeit morose expression.  “I'm afraid not.  The head librarian takes overdue books very seriously and he'll be furious with me if I don't take the appropriate action.  Come back to the office so we can get the paperwork started.”

The bemused coed hesitated for a moment and then started to follow the excited looking man into the back.  Suddenly she stopped and reacting on some protective instinct to put one more layer of clothing between her and this disturbing man, Annie grabbed her hooded sweatshirt and pulled it on over her head before walking into the back office.

When she entered the little room Annie saw Chuck standing by a small desk, no more than four feet long and shuffling some papers.  Chuck held up a paper and said, “You'll need to fill this out while I get the rest of the forms.

Chuck handed Annie the paper as he walked by her to the door.  The brown eyed beauty pushed her glasses up on her nose and scanned the paper.  Suddenly, a confused little frown settled on her face and she said, “What is this form?  What's with these questions?”

Annie perused the document again and then disbelievingly read out loud, “Is your belly ticklish?  Has your bellybutton ever been tickled?”  

Annie turned the paper over and scanned the back in exasperation, “Then it's just a list of things to tickle my tummy and bellybutton with!”

Suddenly the baffled young woman spun around when she heard the door click shut behind her and saw Chuck standing there with a fiendish grin.  “Yeah,” he drawled.  “That's for the head librarian actually.  He likes to know some details before he begins on a girl.”

Chuck cautiously edged toward the alarmed young woman as he leered, “But myself, I like to just wing it!”

Annie let out a little shriek and turned to try and run around the little desk, hoping to get it between her and her assailant.  But Chuck was faster then she thought and the brown haired teen felt his hands grab both of her arms from behind.

Annie was stunned as she felt the weasel faced assistant librarian force her arms behind her back and pull the sleeves of her sweatshirt over her hands, quickly tying the sleeves together.

Moving with swift surety that disoriented the struggling brunette, Chuck swung Annie around the end of the little desk and lay her on her back, so her legs were hanging off the edge from the knees down.

The slick haired man moved in close so he pinned the panicking girl's legs to the end of the desk and she couldn't kick him too hard.  

Then with a hungry smile, Chuck reached out both hands and began pushing the thick material of the hoodie up Annie's torso.  “Really Annie,” he chided playfully.  “What's with putting on this sweatshirt?  Were you trying to hide something from me?”

Annie twisted and pulled at her bound hands under her back and nervously scolded, “Stop that!  Let me go right now!  You have no right to do this!”

Finally, Chuck pushed the sweatshirt and the struggling girl's plain gray t-shirt up until all of her belly was exposed then he just stared appreciatively for a moment.  Annie's smooth, hourglass shaped belly was rising and falling anxiously as she fidgeted at her bonds.  Chuck's hungry gaze traveled down the soft length of her desirable belly to her deep, open, oval bellybutton and the expanse of her luxurious, silky lower belly.

Chuck wiggled his fingers excitedly and said, “Overdue books are no joke.  Now what was the first question on that form?”  

With no more talking, the rodent faced assistant librarian lowered his hands and gripped Annie's sleek, beautifully curved sides and started squeezing and kneading enthusiastically.

Annie's brown eyes opened wide and her mouth dropped open as a wave of surprised, hysterical laughter rang out into the little room.

“Aaaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa!  Naaahaaaaahaaaahahahahahahahaaaa!*screams* Haaahaaahaahahahahahahahahhaaaaaa!!”

Chuck worked his gripping fingers up an down through the perfect curve of Annie's wildly ticklish sides.  Starting just above her rounded, swiveling hips and slowly working his way up to her bottom rib then quickly squeezing his way back down where her would knead wickedly just above her hips, drawing a little ticklish scream from his victim each time.

Annie thrashed her head and sang out wild laughter as the fiendish man eagerly curled his fingers into the ripe softness of her curves.  Her butt bounced up and down frenetically on the little desk as she wriggled helplessly in his clutches.

Finally, Chuck leisurely withdrew his hands and grinned deviously at Annie as she labored to catch her breath.  “Well, I think we can safely say your ticklish!  And you're just as fantastic as I always thought you would be.”

Annie shook her head vaguely and was trying to get the breath to demand she be set free when Chuck exclaimed, “Now, let's see about this beautiful belly!”

Swiftly, the lean man set all ten of his fingertips at the top of Annie's belly just under her bottom rib and then lightly trailed them down to the low riding waistband of her pants.

The brown haired beauty's curvy form stiffened and she exhaled a startled, breathless laugh as she instinctively sucked her smooth belly in slightly.

Chuck grinned evilly and murmured, “I think we have another winner.”  Then he started rapidly tracing his fingertips all over the smooth, luxurious, flawless surface of Annie's trembling belly.

Annie inhaled sharply and then tilted her head back as she trilled frantic laughter.  “Ohnoooohohohohohohohohooooo!  Aaahahahahahahahahahaaaahaaaaaa!  Nonononooohohohohohohohohohhhoooo!  Not my b-bellllyyyyyheeeheeeeheeeeheeee!!”

Chuck noticed in his gleeful explorations that when his fluttering fingertips worked their way down lower on Annie's heaving belly that her mouth opened wider in laughter and her rounded hips rolled and swiveled more in unstoppable response.

The weasel faced assistant librarian decided to focus on the riotously laughing teen's lower belly, skating his fingertips across the soft, silky surface just under her deep, oval bellybutton.

Annie tucked her chin down and and let out an adorable, helpless squeal that flowed seamlessly into soaring laughter.  “Eeeeeeheeeeeeheeeeeee!  Naaaahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!!”

Chuck shook his head admiringly and said loudly over her laughter, “You are just a ticklish playland!”

Unfortunately for the hysterical girl, at that moment, Chuck's whispering fingertips made their way into the tender hollows just inside Annie's lush, rounded hips fluttered rapidly.

Annie's back arched slightly in unstoppable reaction and her laughter caught in her throat as her smooth, desirable belly trembled vulnerably.  The brown haired student's eyes were wide behind her glasses which were sitting a little askew on her amazed face.  Her mouth worked soundlessly for a second then she exploded into uncontrollable, plaintive laughter.

“*Screams*  Naaaaahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa!  OhmyGaaaahaahaaahaaaahaaaahaaaawd!  Aaaaaahaaahaahahahahahahaaaaaahaaaahaaaaa!!”

Annie's sexy hips rocked and swayed frantically as she cried out untamed laughter but Chuck followed them persistently and kept his fingertips fluttering in the sensitive hollows.

After what seemed a lifetime to the delirious young woman, Chuck finally drew his tickling fingers back and regarded Annie smugly as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

The slick haired assistant librarian reached to a drawer in the little desk as she said, “The head librarian is going to have some serious fun with you!  He's about ten years older than me and he knows some tricks that will blow your mind.  The guy has a gift seriously.  I'm just an amateur compared to him.”

Chuck grabbed something out of a drawer and straightened back up.  Annie's watering brown eyes focused fearfully on the little fine pointed paintbrush in the man's hand and she struggled fitfully at her tied sleeves as she panted, “What?  Wait...what are you?  No...wait....”

Chuck gave the brown haired beauty a sinister grin and said, “But the head librarian really loves bellybuttons!”

The weasel faced man slowly traced the soft bristles of the paintbrush down the nervously heaving length of Annie's smooth, soft belly as she wrinkled her nose and giggled unwillingly.  When the fine tip reached the open, oval opening of the anxious girl's deep bellybutton, Chuck lightly swirled around just inside the opening, grazing the soft inner walls teasingly.

Annie let out a sharp, innocent gasp and her smooth, desirable belly shivered irresistibly.  Chuck looked at the surprised beauty's wide eyed face and saw color blooming in her cheeks as she stared incredulously down at her tormentor.

Chuck smiled lasciviously and cooed, “Hmmm, I think Annie might like this one.”  Then he expertly swirled the paintbrush around the creamy inner walls of Annie's deep, soft bellybutton again.

Annie opened her mouth to hotly deny his observation when the paintbrush spiraled in her insanely sensitive bellybutton again.  The bespectacled beauty let out another involuntary gasp and her head tilted back as a whimpering giggle escaped her wonderingly smiling mouth.

Chuck sighed appreciatively and in a low voice said, “Oh yeah.  The head librarian is going to have a blast with you.”

Just then there was the sound of keys jingling in the library outside the office.  Chuck quickly moved up and clapped a hand over Annie's mouth as he angrily muttered, “The freakin' janitor!”

The rodent featured assistant librarian waited until the sound of jingling keys moved deeper into the library then he growled in Annie's face and hissed, “Not a sound!  I'm going to let you up now but don't get any ideas.  I have no problem keeping you here for the whole night!”

Annie just nodded her head mutely and waited for Chuck to let her up and untie her hands from behind her back.

When that was accomplished, Chuck handed the flustered teen her bag and said, “Now, you don't have a mark on you and anything you say will be your word against mine.  Just go on home and consider yourself lucky that the head librarian wasn't here.”

Annie nodded nervously.  Honestly, she was just happy and relieved to be out of that horrible little office.  With a wary backward glance, the brown haired beauty pushed her glasses back up on her nose and hurried out of the library.

As he watched her leave, said with quiet glee, “Besides you had two books overdue.  I took care of one but the head librarian will settle up with you for the other one.”

Jasmine fought and wriggled but with her hands bound together the delicate framed teen couldn't mount any effective resistance.  Hilda silently hauled the struggling Jasmine back to the small rumpled bed and tossed her back onto it.  This time jumping on her before she could start kicking and quickly clipping her bound hands to the headboard.  With businesslike economy the old hag clipped Jasmine's ankle cuffs to the lower rail and then straddled her thighs with a smug smile and an exhale of winded delight.

“Whew!  You made me work for it my little peach.  I will give you that.  You almost got away.”

Jasmine twisted frantically at her bonds, her blue eyes wide in terrible anticipation  “No!...no...Don't touch me!...Don't touch meeeeeeheeeheeeheeeheheeeheheheeee!”

Jasmine's vehement demands fell apart into trilling giggles as Hilda lightly spider walked her fingertips up and down Jasmine's smooth firm belly.  

Jasmine tossed her blond head around restlessly, giggling and squirming as her captor tickled her taut tummy.  Hilda ran her fingers gloatingly over Jasmine's wriggling stomach, but her gaze was fixed on the wide oval opening of her luscious deep bellybutton.

Hilda picked up the electric toothbrush and switched it on.  The humming sound pretty much drowned out by Jasmine's high pitched giggling.  But a moment later the giggles hitched in her throat and her blue eyes went wide before squeezing shut and bursting into shrill squeals as Hilda grazed the the buzzing bristles around her firm gleaming rim.

“Neeeeheeheeheeheeeeeee!  Pleeeeheeheeheeheeeeheeeease!  Staaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaaap!  Eeeeeeheeeheeeeheeeeeheeee!”

Hilda stared lustfully as Jasmine's deep oval bellybutton flared out rapidly from the remarkably effective tickling from the electric toothbrush.  The old hag saw the mindless panic in Jasmine's blue eyes as she felt her vulnerable bellybutton flare out and the sensitivity soar inside.  

Hilda dipped the spinning bristles just inside the yawning oval opening and swept them around, drawing a laughing shriek from Jasmine and coaxing her deep bellybutton to flare just a little more.  Looking for other fun opportunities, Hilda noticed that the lower edge of Jasmine's firm silky rim was just a little wider and seemed more tender.  Still perturbed at the struggle Jasmine had put up, the old hag leaned down and lightly flicked her tongue over the lower edge of Jasmine's rim, teasingly nibbling at it with her lips.

Jasmine sucked in her smooth belly with a plaintive squeal and tossed her head in torment.  But Hilda pulled back slightly and watched the flaring oval opening tremble, and then tantalizingly widen a little more.

Peering inside, Hilda could see the soft creamy bottom well enough to tickle the key folds and trigger Jasmine's button's secret to open.  The old hag grabbed the thin lip gloss brush and poised it over the sensationally flaring opening but Jasmine looked down and saw the fine haired applicator and knew what her captor was going to do with it.

“Nooooo!  I won't let you!  Not again...not again!...I-I won't let yooooooou...!”

Hilda smirked evilly and lowered the brush inside but Jasmine's stubborn struggles kept making the brush skip around.  With methodical surety, Hilda walked her knees up and pinned Jasmine's swiveling hips between them, then she settled her weight on the struggling teen's upper thighs.  This reduced Jasmine's wriggling to almost nothing and the blond beauty screamed in protest as Hilda dipped the thin lip brush into her deep bellybutton.

Hilda carefully stroked the fold at the top of the star formation on the delicious bottom of Jasmine's bellybutton.  Jasmine inhaled sharply and her beautiful face lit up as her mouth dropped open in an unavoidable smile.  Hilda painstakingly worked her way around the pattern clockwise.  Lightly brushing the delicate folds from the middle out until she got to the starting fold at the top of the star pattern and slowly grazed it again with the thin soft bristles.

Jasmine's firm body shuddered and she whimpered in earnest as her button's secret bloomed open erotically.  Hilda gazed delightedly at the satiny little depression in the middle of the soft bottom of Jasmine's deep bellybutton.  Watching Jasmine's face the old hag lightly slid the thin soft lip brush over the delicate folds on the warm bottom of her deep bellybutton.  Jasmine bit her bottom lip and exhaled a reluctant moan of pleasure, her slim hands opening and closing in their bonds as she sucked in her smooth, honey gold tummy in vain.

Hilda traced over the sensitive folds on the bottom of Jasmine's flaring bellybutton until the flustered teen was panting in irresistible excitement and pulling hopelessly at her bonds.  

The hatchet faced old matron drew the brush out and set it aside as she started slowly and lightly gliding her fingertips up and down Jasmine's smooth, heaving belly while she lowered her head and began eagerly kissing the tender, flaring, oval opening of the panting beauty's deep bellybutton.

Jasmine's eyes fluttered closed and color bloomed in her cheeks as she gasped in scandalous pleasure and rebelliously sucked in her firm, golden belly.

Hilda grinned maliciously and murmured brokenly with desire as she kissed and licked the helpless blond's silky, gleaming rim.  “Agatha doesn't deserve you Jasmine*kiss kiss*...the dusty old bat doesn't fully appreciate*kiss nibble kiss*...all the things she can do with you...”

The gray haired hag quickly and lightly swept the tip of her tongue in rapid circles around the flushed teen's firm, sensitive rim, drawing a throaty, whimpering moan of distressed bliss from Jasmine's pink lips as her deliciously curved body trembled vulnerably.

With wicked intent, Hilda focused on the lower edge of Jasmine's firm, silky rim where it was a little wider and more sensitive.  The evil old woman lightly flicked her tongue over the gleaming surface and expertly nibbled at it with her thin lips as she growled lustfully.  “I'm going to take you to my house Jasmine*nibble nibble lick*...I'll make you feel things you never thought possible*nibble kiss nibble*...Just imagine my little peach*lick kiss nibble*...Entire nights with my tongue in your deep, sexy bellybutton*kiss nibble kiss*...Licking your button's secret until you scream my name!”

Even with searing currents of inescapable pleasure coursing through her vibrant body, the feverishly panting beauty looked down the heaving length of her trembling belly at her nightmarish tormentor and thinly cried out in horror, “Nooooooo!”

Hilda only grinned back at her fiendishly as she kept stimulating Jasmine's sensationally flaring, deep bellybutton with humid kisses.  “Oh, come on Jasmine*kiss kiss lick*...Why do you fight it?*kiss lick kiss*...Just give in to me and enjoy it.”

Jasmine's full lips were parted sensually and she gasped out in shocked pleasure as the old hag unexpectedly nibbled teasingly at the tender lower edge of her gleaming rim.  But the stubborn teen shook her head angrily as she twisted futilely at her bonds.                                                                        “*Pant pant pant pant*....No!...nooooo....*pant pant pant*...I-I hate this!*gasp*...hnnnnnn*pant pant pant pant*....I h-hate you!*gasp*...*pant pant pant*”

Hilda cackled dustily as Jasmine glared down at her in loathing.  But the effect was marred by the panting blond's blue eyes simmering with unwanted rapture.

The sharp featured old hag finally drew back slightly and gazed greedily at Jasmine's wondrously flaring, deep, oval bellybutton.  Then she winked slyly at the dismayed, angel faced teen and rasped, “Well, maybe this will change your mind.”

Jasmine's blue eyes widened fearfully as she saw Hilda's face lowering toward her helpless, deep, oval bellybutton and knew the terrible old hag was going to lick her indescribably sensitive buttons secret.

The panicking blond's breath caught in her throat and she drew in a hasty breath to scream in protest, or beg for mercy, but another voice stopped her.

“Get off of my prize!  Right now!”  Agatha's croaking voice demanded from the door of the little bedroom.

Everyone froze.  

Hilda with her face only inches from the surface of Jasmine's smooth, honey gold belly.  Her wrinkled mouth poised over the flaring oval opening of the frantic beauty's deep bellybutton.

Jasmine with her firm belly sucked in fearfully, barely discernible whimpers of pleasure slithering from her full lips as she felt Hilda's breath blow into the warm depths of her insanely sensitive bellybutton.

Hilda slowly turned her head and looked at Agatha, standing just inside the bedroom door.  Then the poaching old hag returned her gaze to Jasmine's luscious bellybutton.  The apprehensive beauty's firm rim was moist and shining from the thorough licking and kissing it had received.  And due to the magnificent extent Hilda had flared Jasmine's oval bellybutton out, the lanky old woman could see into the soft depths and dimly see the details of the silky folds on the sensitive bottom.  

Nestled right in the center of those creamy folds was the discernible little indent of Jasmine's vulnerable buttons secret.  Hilda gripped Jasmine's firm, curved sides just above her rounded hips and slightly tilted the tense young woman's golden belly to the right so more light could filter into her deep flaring bellybutton.  Hilda almost growled in desire as she saw Jasmine's satiny buttons secret catch the light and glisten tenderly for a brief moment.  The intoxicating scent of warm vanilla and strawberries drifted out of the sensuous depths of the fearful blond's delicious bellybutton.

Hilda looked up at Jasmine and the nervous teen's breath caught in her throat when she saw the almost feral expression of lust on Hilda's narrow, stern face.  For a moment, Jasmine was sure Hilda was going to plunge her tongue into her bellybutton and lavish her intolerably sensitive buttons secret with hungry licks, driving the poor helpless beauty wild with passion right in front of Agatha.

Jasmine shot anxious, dread filled glances between Hilda and Agatha as she impossibly tried to squirm backwards into the mattress and implored Agatha, “Stop her, stop her, stop herrrrrrrr...”

Hilda suddenly seemed to come to her senses and she shook her head a little to clear it, then reluctantly climbed off of Jasmine and stood at the foot of the bed.  The stern faced old woman knew that Agatha would have been all over her if she had given in to temptation and the fight would have been over quickly.  If she wanted to win Jasmine, she knew she had to be savvy.

Agatha moved to the bed and began releasing Jasmine from her bonds.  The clips holding the angel faced blond's leather cuffs to the headboard got stuck and wouldn't release.  With a snarl of impatience, Agatha just removed Jasmine's cuffs completely then freed her feet from the footboard.

“Go out to the living room and wait.”  Agatha instructed in a cold, furious tone.

Jasmine cautiously stood up from the bed and made her way to the door, carefully edging by Hilda on her way.  Jasmine saw the severe featured crone's beady eyes staring wantonly at her flaring oval bellybutton and then her intense gaze swept up to Jasmine's face.

Hilda's wrinkled brow creased in vexation when she saw the unmistakable relief in Jasmine's blue eyes that she had escaped the lustful crone's sensual torments.

Greatly daring and with uncertainty, as if she didn't know how to be flippant, Jasmine whispered, “I-I told you...you wouldn't touch my button's secret.”

Hilda sneered at the briefly victorious beautiful blond and rasped, “Just wait for me in the living room Jasmine.  I have some sheets I bought just for you at my house.  You're going to soak them with your sweat before I'm done with you!”

Jasmine blanched in terror at the prospect and hurried out of the room as Agatha interjected, “Not a chance you crusty old crow!”

The bedroom door slammed shut and immediately violent sounds of combat erupted within.  The door and walls rattled and shuddered from impacts as the two rivals battled.

Jasmine looked around the dingy little living room hopelessly and tried to rack her brain.  Sure she could try and run, but every time she had tried that Agatha had caught her easily.  And the punishment tickles for running were terrible to remember.

The miserable beauty knew she could have a chance if she could just delay a pursuit for a good long while.  That's when it occurred to her.  A timid smile ventured onto Jasmine's soft lips as she crept carefully to the front door and quietly opened it.  Outside, just like she had heard Agatha mention, was a sturdy deadbolt lock.  

The ghastly old crone used her little shack as a prison, so she had a lock on the outside of the door.  Well, it could serve as a prison for her and her nightmarish friend too.

Quickly, before she chickened out, Jasmine slipped out of the door and quietly closed it behind her.  Inside, she heard a crash as the bedroom door slammed open and she quickly turned the deadbolt lock just as a body thumped into the other side and the door clattered in it's frame as someone tried to pull it open.

At the window, Hilda's furious face was peering out as she scrabbled to open the dirty pane.  Finally, it swung open and Jasmine cringed backward fearfully even though the opening was still far too small for the incensed old woman to crawl out of.

Hilda pawed angrily at the impassable window frame and managed to lever her head and one arm out as she reached possessively for Jasmine.  “You're mine Jasmine!  I will have you!”

The crazed old hag strained and fought to get through the window, her stark wrinkled features twisted obscenely with implacable lust.  “Don't run Jasmine!  It won't change anything!  I'm going to tie you down to my bed and your deep sexy bellybutton will be all mine!”

Jasmine shook her head frightfully and shrieked, “No! No no no!  You won't touch me again!”

Inside the dimly lit interior of the shack Agatha grabbed Hilda and hauled her away from the window with a rusty squawk of rage.  Jasmine didn't wast anymore time and she turned to run swiftly down the forest path.

Unfortunately for Jasmine, she had not taken note of which direction she was running and she fled deeper into the forest.  For the first hour, the frantic beauty fled in desperation, running until she was too winded to continue then walking until she could run again.  The muted jangling of her leather ankle cuffs soon annoyed her enough to pause on the trail and listen carefully for signs of pursuit but she heard nothing but the forest.

Moving off the trail, Jasmine found a small stone that she used to break the little locks holding the cuffs on her ankles.  Standing, she angrily threw them into the forest in a pique of girlish anger and nodded in satisfaction as she continued on her way.

After a worrisome amount of time wandering the gloomy paths of the thick forest, Jasmine was filled with gnawing fear.  She needed to find help soon.  There was no telling how long that lock would hold the two awful old crones inside the shack.  

Every rustle of the bushes made her tense up frightfully and she was constantly whipping her blond head around, thinking one of the crones was sneaking up behind her.

Finally as late afternoon was settling over the forest, Jasmine heard the incredibly joyous sound of cars on a road.  Her angelic face lit up with the first sincere smile she had displayed in days and tears of happy relief glimmered in her blue eyes as she hurried forward.

Vaguely, through a thick wall of underbrush, Jasmine could make out that she was on the edge of a rest area for some highway.  She could see people milling about between bathrooms and cars only forty yards away.

Bubbling with excitement, Jasmine walked the wall of underbrush, searching for a place where it thinned enough to get through.  Giddy with fantastic relief, Jasmine ruefully fingered the skimpy t-shirt she was wearing that read 'Tickle my bellybutton!' across the front.

“How am I going to explain this!” she giggled almost bashfully.

Jasmine finally reached a spot she could pick her way through and was just shifting forward to make her way to the rest area when a thin, withered hand clamped over her mouth and an arm wrapped around her slender, hourglass waist and hauled her backward into the shadowed undergrowth.

Jasmine let out a shocked little muffled scream, then her blue eyes widened in horrified recognition when a dusty voice whispered in her left ear, “To the victor...go the spoils!”

The beautiful, distraught teen screamed shrilly into the muffling hand and struggled wildly as she was dragged back into the forest by a fiendishly grinning Hilda.

A couple of hours later the late afternoon sun cast it's amber light on a little storybook cottage next to a peaceful little stream.  It was painted a clean white with a red tiled roof and colorful flower gardens grew along it's sides.  The interior of the cottage was spotless and charmingly decorated with shining wood furniture and tasteful ceramic fixtures and figurines.  If someone had announced that it was time for tea, it wouldn't have seemed out of place.  But there was something out of place to the painstakingly neat and tasteful décor.  

A knowledgeable observer would have noticed that one of the brightly polished hardwood chairs near the short hallway leading to the bedroom was knocked a little askew.  They would have also noticed the otherwise painstakingly neat rug in the hallway was bunched up at one end.  As though someone's kicking, scrabbling feet had caught on it.

This same knowledgeable observer would quickly notice something else out of place with the austere neatness of this charming cottage.  At the end of the hallway, behind a neat white door, there was the sound of distraught, tearful protests.  These faint, panicked pleas built in volume and earnestness until they cut off with a sweet innocent gasp that echoed with despair.

A sobbing, “Nooooo...” could be heard through the door that was closely followed by feverish panting.

Inside the room, Jasmine threw her head back in tormented ecstasy, her blond hair splaying over a white lace pillow on the bed she was tied down to.  Her fine brow was drawn down in tense misery, which was in fascinating contrast to her soft pink lips being open in an “O” of fierce pleasure.  Her radiant face was streaked with tears of violated humiliation and she twisted insistently at the coarse ropes binding her small hands to the neat, utilitarian headboard as a plaintive cry of pleasure reverberated through the charmingly decorated bedroom.

Straddling the heatedly panting beauty's toned thighs, Hilda eagerly squeezed and kneaded the firm, curved sides of Jasmine's golden belly as she rapidly spiraled her tongue around the sleek inner walls of the angel faced teen's deep oval bellybutton.

Completely consumed with desire, the skeletal old hag snaked her tongue down to the soft, tender bottom of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and traced one circle over the delicate folds before she zeroed in on her satiny, hyper-sensitive button's secret and wickedly flicked her pointed tongue in it.

Jasmine tossed her tousled blond head to the right as her smooth, heaving belly arched upward uncontrollably.  Her open mouth worked soundlessly a couple of times in nightmarish disbelief, then her honey gold belly trembled with the force of her rich, wavering cry of forlorn rapture.

Hilda licked faster and with more insistence, wrapping her thin arms around Jasmine's hourglass waist and pressing her angular face into the glossy surface of the panting teen's heaving belly as she greedily tongued her tremendously sensitive buttons secret.

Jasmine was powerless to resist the hated waves of searing pleasure that burned through her.  She squeezed her eyes shut and strained her head back as fierce, dismayed cries of ecstasy streamed from her open mouth.  Her back arched higher and her smooth, golden belly fluttered and shivered with the intensity of her loathsome kidnappers merciless, stimulating licks to her vulnerable buttons secret.

A fine, glistening sheen of sweat had broken out on Jasmine's trembling belly and her tortured cries of distressed pleasure had escalated quickly in urgency and volume.  

Hilda suddenly came to her senses and realized she was letting her unrelenting desire get the better of her.  Slowly, the emaciated old hag drew her tongue out of Jasmine's deep oval bellybutton and eased the flustered, panting beauty's back down to the bed again.

Jasmine lay there breathing heavily from the forced arousal, her blond hair tousled around her beautiful, angel face.  Reluctantly, the miserable teen looked down at her tormentor and her lower lip quivered as fresh tears of violated frustration filled her blue eyes.

Hilda picked up the thin, little lip brush again and gloatingly traced it in a circle around Jasmine's deep, sensuous bellybutton.  “I'm sorry sweetie.  I almost rushed that first one and didn't let you get the full enjoyment out of it.”

Jasmine opened her mouth to deny any enjoyment of this torment and tried to glare in loathing down at her captor but the light brush strokes around her oval bellybutton just made breathy whimpers of unwanted pleasure stream from her lips as her blue eyes smoldered with arousal through her tears of torment.

“I'm just so excited to finally have you at my house,” the old hag said giddily.  “Now I can have you all to myself and really find out how much you can take.”

Hilda smirked evilly at her dread filled captive as she lightly blew in her deep, luscious bellybutton.  Jasmine gasped sweetly and her oval bellybutton flared out briefly in response as the scent of warm vanilla and strawberries wafted out of the warm depths.

“I think it's cute that you thought you could stop me from taking you.  You said you wouldn't “let me” touch your button's secret.”  Hilda dipped the thin lip brush down and teasingly brushed the silky center.  Jasmine's eyes fluttered closed and she lightly cried in frustrated bliss, her back arching briefly as goosebumps flashed across her smooth heaving belly.

Hilda interestedly watched goosebumps rise on Jasmine's gleaming rim.  The old hag winked mockingly at her helpless captive.  “You're mine to enjoy as I please my ripe little peach.”

Hilda lowered her head and languorously ran the tip of her tongue around Jasmine's firm goosebump textured rim.  The thin faced hag found the differing tactile sensations to be intriguing, the smoothness of Jasmine's tender rim coupled with the rippling goosebumps was wonderful.

Jasmine's panting grew more heated, whimpers of unwanted thrilling pleasure flowing out of her as she sucked in her taut belly rebelliously.

The old hag traced the tip of her tongue around Jasmine's firm rim again and murmured, “I could just lick your rim all afternoon...and you couldn't stop me.”  Hilda went to the wider lower edge of Jasmine's flaring oval bellybutton and lightly nibbled at the tender surface of her rim.  This time Jasmine's smooth belly trembled as a wavering moan of passion spilled from her.

Hilda saw the shimmering sheen of sweat return on the heaving surface of Jasmine's taut, honey gold belly and color bloomed high in her cheeks.  Hilda happily trailed her fingertips over the softness of Jasmine's glistening lower belly, tracing her tongue around the blond beauty's tender rim several more times.

Jasmine's panting increased in tempo and she tugged fitfully at her bonds.  Her sweet angel face was radiant with inescapable sensual sensations.  She whined in lustful torment for the old hag to stop then tossed her head to the right and gasped out a protest as Hilda started gently kissing the flaring oval opening of her deep bellybutton.

“Nnnnnnn*pant pant pant pant*nnnnooo-*gasp*...stooooop*pant pant pant*...pleeeease let me goooo-*gasp*...oh my Gaaaawd...*pant pant pant pant*...s-someone save meeeee-”

Jasmine broke off into a series of plaintive cries of wanton pleasure as Hilda slipped her tongue into her deep flaring bellybutton and skillfully licked her satiny button's secret.  Jasmine's back involuntarily arched, pressing her smooth heaving belly into the old hag's face as she wickedly tongued her ultra sensitive center.

Hilda stimulated Jasmine's button's secret for several seconds then moved the sinuous pointed tip of her tongue to riffling through the delicate folds around her indescribably tender secret.  Jasmine's back slowly lowered as her whole firm body shivered with the searing tingling surges that washed through her from the old hag licking the soft warm bottom of her deep bellybutton.

Jasmine's eyes were closed and her brows raised in dismayed wonder.  The ravishing blond's head would tip back for a moment as she exhaled a quavering sound of delight, her rounded hips rolling unconsciously while her smooth sweat glistening belly fluttered and undulated in reaction to the old hag's tongue skimming over the delicious bottom of her deep flaring bellybutton.

With malicious talent, Hilda moved the tip of her tongue to swirling around the sleek inner walls of Jasmine's oval bellybutton, randomly lingering to lick the tender silky roof.  She did this so Jasmine could form halfway coherent thoughts and haltingly voice her torment.  Hilda found this wonderfully entertaining.  The old hag also loved fiendishly cutting the sultry blond beauty off at key moments by wickedly licking her button's secret.  Some key examples over the following twenty minutes were:

“Nooooo!....s-stooooop-*SHARP GASP*...*pant pant pant pant*...pleeeease leave m-*SHARP GASP*...l-leave me aloooone*SHARP GASP*...*pant pant pant pant*...nnnnoooo moooore...*pant pant pant pant*...stoooop l-licking my b-bellyyyybuttooon-*SHARP GASP*”

Hilda had chose that moment to rapidly flick her tongue over Jasmine's button's secret sending the beautiful blond's back arching irresistibly and drawing a string of soaring cries of ecstasy from her open mouth.

Several minutes later Hilda had lowered the intensity again.

“Oh my Gaaaaawd nooo-*SHARP GASP*...huuuuuuuu-*SHARP GASP*...pant pant pant pant...h-heeeelp meeeee*pant pant pant pant*...someone heeelp meeeee-*SHARP GASP*...I hate this!*pant pant pant pant*...I h-haaaaate this!*pant pant pant*...I hate yooooou!*SHARP GASP*”

Jasmine had broken off as she flung her head back in scintillating delight, a light plaintive cry of burning pleasure spilling from her soft lips as Hilda hungrily licked her silky button's secret.

After that Hilda settled down to seriously fanning Jasmine's tortured arousal.  Over the next twenty minutes the sharp featured hag passionately licked Jasmine's deep, oval flaring bellybutton.  Hilda kept her tongue on the soft delicious bottom, alternating between riffling through the delicate folds and stroking Jasmine's hyper sensitive button's secret.

Jasmine's firm curved body was sheathed in passionate sweat.  It ran in rivulets down her smooth taut belly and gleamed on her throat and flushed, beautiful face.  The tormented blond's expression was one of nightmarish wonder.  Her eyes closed and her soft lips parted sensually as she panted in feverish intensity.  When Hilda was licking the soft bottom of Jasmine's deep bellybutton she would run her skeletal hands up and down the sleek surface of Jasmine's heaving belly.  The only sounds in the room would be the faint creak of Jasmine twisting at the ropes binding her slim hands, the muffled slurp of the old hag's tongue and Jasmine's desperate panting interwoven with her throaty, whimpering moans of burning pleasure punctuated with sweet innocent gasps as the old hag riffled the pointy tip of her tongue through the delicate creamy folds on the warm bottom of her flaring bellybutton.

When Hilda shifted her attention to Jasmine's satiny button's secret the old hag would grip the firm curved, moist sides of Jasmine's trembling belly and start squeezing lustfully as the tip of her tongue rapidly stroked Jasmine's vulnerable button's secret.  Jasmine's back would immediately arch, her glistening belly shivering and heaving as she breathlessly burst into high quavering sounds of searing ecstasy.

Hilda would only lick Jasmine's tantalizing button's secret for a minute or two, then she would switch back to stroking the soft folds.  Mercilessly building the gorgeous blond's raging desire to a sensational pitch.

Finally, Hilda gripped the panting teen's firm sides and settled her thin lips over the wondrous oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and started lavishing it with passionate kisses as her tongue began flicking wickedly over the helpless blond's button's secret.

Jasmine's sweat glistening belly surged into the air as she called out in distressed fiery delight.  The old hag rode through the arch, her claw like hands kneading and squeezing just above Jasmine's rounded hips as she heatedly kissed her deep luscious bellybutton.  

Hilda felt the trembling opening of Jasmine's oval bellybutton flare out sensually under her eager mouth as she caressed her firm gleaming rim with her lips.  After four or five minutes Jasmine's back was still arched in fierce pleasure as Hilda unrelentingly licked her silky button's secret.  The helpless teen's plaintive cries of passion were growing more urgent and her delicate hands bound over her head were open in mute supplication.

Jasmine threw her head back with a gasping cry and she began rocking her smooth sweat moistened belly up into each scintillating tongue stroke on her button's secret.  The old hag increased her tempo and soon Jasmine's wavering cries of ecstasy were continuous as her trembling belly rolled and surged upward feverishly.

At last, Hilda possessively gripped Jasmine's curved moist sides and drew her upward in an even sharper arch, unleashing a flurry of stimulating licks to her sensitive button's secret.  Jasmine's small frame trembled exultantly as she strained her head back and rocked over the peak of release with a tantalizing cry of intense pleasure.  Hilda kept passionately licking the ravishing blond's defenseless deep bellybutton and a few tense seconds later Jasmine shuddered again with a high breathless scream of delirious rapture.

Hilda released her grip on Jasmine's hourglass sides and the spent beauty slumped back down to the bed, tiredly dejected.  Her breathing was still rapid as she tried to recover from the sensual onslaught she had just endured and the humiliated teen kept her eyes averted from her smug captor.

Hilda smirked at the miserable blond stunner and casually ran a finger down the middle of Jasmine's smooth, sweat slick belly.  “Hmmm,” the old hag mused as she rubbed her fingers together.  “Not bad, but the sheets aren't soaked yet.  I'll get you some water.”

Hilda climbed off of Jasmine's tied down form and quickly went to the little, spotless kitchen.  The sharp featured old woman filled a water bottle with a flexible straw and brought it back to the disheveled young beauty.  

Hilda hopped back up on the bed, happily straddling Jasmine's thighs again as she held the water bottle for her to drink.  Jasmine didn't want to cooperate with her horrid kidnapper, but her throat was dry and rough from her many forced cries of pleasure and feverish panting.  Instinctively the thirsty blond began drinking eagerly from the bottle as Hilda smiled in satisfaction.

Soon, Jasmine had her fill and Hilda set the bottle aside with a sinister smile as she began lightly sliding her hands over Jasmine's moist, honey gold belly.

Jasmine's breath caught in her throat and then her eyes fluttered half closed as she whimpered pitifully, “Nnnnnnoooo...noooo mooooore...”

Hilda slid her hands down through the firm curve of Jasmine's sides to the ripe swell of her hips then stroked with her thumbs just inside her hipbones.  “You're mine now Jasmine.  To do with what I please.”

The narrow faced old woman grinned carnivorously and rasped, “I'm not tender hearted and soft like Agatha.  I'm going to push you to the edge my ripe little peach.”  

Jasmine tilted her head back and bit her full lower lip, a frustrated breathy exhalation of unwilling pleasure streamed from her as Hilda's gnarled fingers slid lightly over her sleek, golden belly.

“Do you know how I won you?”  The lean spinster asked lightly.

Jasmine shook her head and gasped helplessly as Hilda grazed a light fingernail around her firm, gleaming rim.

Hilda smirked gloatingly and said, “Well, in a one on one matchup I would lose to Agatha.  She is freakishly strong, as I'm sure you discovered.  I'm sure you also discovered how impossibly fast she is.  Therefore, I deduced, if she couldn't catch me, her superior strength wouldn't mean anything.  So...I broke both her ankles with a frying pan.”

Jasmine's blue eyes widened in amazement and she blurted through her unstoppable panting, “*Pant pant pant* Oh my God!*pant pant pant pant*”

Hilda nodded ominously at her as her finger continued to glide around her deep, sensuous, flaring bellybutton.  “That's how much I wanted you to myself Jasmine.  That's how determined I was to make you mine.”

The hatchet faced crone smiled evilly and said, “Now, let's see about getting these sheets soaked with your sweat!”

Outside of the house, the sun was dropping lazily toward the horizon on the late, spring afternoon.  The light filtering warmly through the trees of the maze like forest with an amber glow.  A deer was picking it's way cautiously through the little clearing the charming cottage sat in when it froze in alarm and then darted from the clearing as a thin, distraught voice sounded from the cottage.

“No! No pleeeeease-*SHARP GASP*.....NAAAAAAAAAAAAA-*SHARP GASP**PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT*...OHMYGAAAAAAAAAAWWWD!-*SHARP GASP**PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT*...*screams**PANT PANT PANT PANT PANT*...S-SOMEBODY SAAAAAVE MEEEEEEE!”

Twenty minutes later, Jasmine was in a straining arch.  Rivulets of passionate sweat coursing down her heaving, golden belly as she involuntarily rolled and thrust her trembling tummy into the eager face of her nightmarish tormentor as Hilda lustfully licked the frantic beauty's satiny, buttons secret.

Jasmine flung her head back with a plaintive cry of rapture.  Her blond hair splaying damply over the pillow under her.  Sweat had soaked the delirious teen's little cut off t-shirt, molding it wetly to her full, round breasts and darkening the curly letters that read, 'Tickle my bellybutton!'

Hilda kneaded and massaged the firm, slick curves of Jasmine's sides as she relentlessly flicked the pointed tip of her tongue in the tormented beauty's hyper-sensitive buttons secret, drawing a torrid cry of pleasure from Jasmine as her shivering belly surged higher and her blond hair fanned out heavily as she shook her head in unbearable ecstasy.

A couple of frantic heartbeats later, Jasmine let out a mournful cry of bliss as she crested the wave of arousal and her whole, curvy body shivered in a bellybutton climax.

Hilda lowered the miserable, panting teen back down to the bed and smugly rubbed the sheets between a thumb and forefinger.  “There!”  She exclaimed gleefully.  “Now that's what I call soaked!”

Hilda climbed off the bed and went to her tidy little kitchen where she got a drink of water herself.  “Whew!  Driving that beautiful angel wild can be exhausting!” she rasped proudly.

Just then an old rotary phone sitting on a polished end table began ringing.  The thin old woman answered it and immediately her severe, etched face darkened with a frown.  She nodded tersely a couple of times and then testily snarled, “Okay, okay.  I don't have any choice.  Just get over here with the cocktail!”

Hilda hung up the phone loudly and stewed angrily for a moment as she muttered darkly to herself.  “That spiteful old bat!  How in the world did Agatha crawl somewhere to call the cops!  Well, she's put an end to this party for sure.  The police will be here first thing in the morning to question me and I have nowhere to hide my ripe little peach.”

Hilda paced back and forth agitatedly for a few minutes and then shook her head resignedly.  “I guess there is no help for it.  I have to set her free.”

It was almost an hour later that there was a knock at her door and she opened it to find her nephew standing eagerly on her little porch.  

Albert was a balding, short, pudgy man of around forty who had the severe misfortune to be stuck with the face of a bullfrog, complete with a creepily wide, thick lipped mouth.  He had a pair of black framed eyeglasses with ridiculously thick lenses in them and his thin, greasy,black hair was laying across his balding scalp in an appalling comb over.

Albert leaned his head in the door and peered around with shameless excitement.  “Where is she?  Where is she?”

Hilda stepped back so he could shuffle into the neat little cottage and she shut the door behind him as she answered smugly, “She is in my room...tied down to my bed.”

Albert glanced immediately at the closed door to the bedroom and made a hungry little sound as  he rubbed his pudgy hands together.  “I get to tickle her right?  That was our deal!”

Hilda held out her claw like hand and asked, “Do you have the cocktail?”

Albert nodded impatiently and quickly handed the old hag a little syringe of some mysterious, clear liquid.  “Yes, yes.  Now I get to tickle her right?!”

Hilda hesitated for a moment, automatically jealous of sharing Jasmine with anyone.  At least she knew she wouldn't have to worry about her dear, pathetic nephew exploiting the angel faced blond's inescapable sensual weaknesses.  Hilda knew that Jasmine's delectable buttons secret would have closed by now.  Without continual stimulation to the vivacious blond's smooth tummy and/or deep, oval bellybutton, the silky little treasure would close on it's own in minutes.

However, the stern faced hag knew that time was slipping away for setting Jasmine free this evening.

Hilda smiled fondly at her nephew and said, “I'm sorry my dear.  We have to get my ripe little peach to the rest stop before it gets too dark.  There just isn't time.”

Albert nodded his head glumly and scuffed a foot over the spotless wooden floor.

Hilda patted his sloped shoulder apologetically and asked, “Did you bring the clothes I asked for as well?”

Albert looked up and nodded his head morosely as he trudged out the front door to get the bag that was riding in a basket on his old, cruiser bike.  

When he came back in, both the dumpy looking nerd and his frightful aunt moved to the bedroom and Hilda swung the door open.  Jasmine was still tied down on the bed and had her head turned away, looking out the window with a tragic expression on her beautiful features as she sniffed back tears of hopelessness.

Jasmine turned her face toward the door when she heard it open, her tear filled blue eyes wide and full of foreboding.  When the stunning teen noticed Albert, her fine brow creased in puzzlement and then worry as she saw his goggly eyes focused on her smooth, honey gold tummy and wide, oval deep bellybutton.

Hilda stepped up to the bed and set the small paper bag down.  “Jasmine I'm going to untie you so you can put the clothes on that are in this bag.  The only window in this room is far too small for you to fit out of so just forget that right now.  I'm going to give you five minutes to get changed.  If you are not changed in that time, I'm going to tie you back down to that bed and....”

The stern faced old woman's eyes followed Jasmine's worried stare to Albert's hungry eyed gaze.

“I'm going to tie you back down to that bed and let my nephew cover your desirable belly with kisses.”

Jasmine's worried gaze flicked to Hilda in surprise and her mouth opened to protest.  But the ecstatic dork cut her off.  “Ooooooh yes!  Can I lick her in her bellybutton too??  It looks like total heaven to lick inside!”

Hilda grinned nastily and murmured, “Indeed it is...and of course you can my dear.”

As Albert clapped his pudgy hands excitedly, Jasmine shrunk back into the bed and shook her head frantically.  “No!  No I-I'll change clothes!  Five minutes, no problem!”

Hilda smirked and moved over to roughly untie Jasmine's small, delicate hands from the headboard then her and her nephew stepped from the room and closed the door.

Albert was staring at his watch intently as time passed but his wide mouth drooped in a frown when three and a half minutes had passed and Jasmine opened the door.

The somewhat relieved teen was wearing a close approximation of what she had been clothed in when Agatha kidnapped her from the little fair.  The little white t-shirt and cut off shorts were new but it was the best Hilda could do since Jasmine's original clothes had been cut up or ruined during Agatha's tickling torment.

Hilda nodded decisively then motioned to the door.  “Alright.  Go outside and stand by my bike.”

A bewildered look on her sweet face, Jasmine walked outside in to the fading daylight and saw that Hilda had a covered little trailer that touring bicyclists sometimes used on long rides.  The skinny old woman pulled back the yellow, nylon cover and ordered, “Now, lie down inside.”

Glancing around uncertainly, Jasmine slowly lay down in the little trailer.  Even her short stature barely fit but it would work well enough.

Hilda looked at her nephew and gestured toward the trailer.  “Get in there with her and keep her still and quiet until we get where we're going.”

Smiling obscenely, Albert hurried over to the trailer and looked down at a prettily frowning Jasmine.  “Scooch over gorgeous.  I'm calling shotgun!”

The dumpy nerd clambered into the little trailer and lay down next to Jasmine's petite framed, deliciously curved form as the blond beauty tried to cringe away from him.

As she closed the cover over them, Hilda noticed that Jasmine's new, tight little t-shirt had ridden up and her silky lower belly was visible.  Ruefully the old crone shook her head, knowing her nephew wouldn't be able to resist that.

Hilda fastened the cover and got her old, cruiser bike and began pulling the heavy trailer down a well used path.  The hatchet faced hag could hear subdued murmurs and whispers coming from the trailer behind her.  Wheedling little propositions from Albert and Jasmine's petulant refusals.

They were about five minutes into the ride when Hilda heard Jasmine let out a scandalized gasp and girlishly scold, “Albert no!  Don't touch my bellyyyyyyyheeeheeeheeeheeeheee!”

Hilda shook her graying head in irritation and called over her shoulder, “Albert!  At least cover her mouth for God's sake!”

Jasmine's trilling laughter abruptly muffled as her nephew quickly obeyed her.

The sun was at the edge of the horizon when Hilda reached her destination and pulled the bike up to a towering wall of brush.  On the other side, of the dense thicket, a field of grass could be seen that stretched about forty yards and then there was a busy rest stop next to highway.  In fact, it was the same rest stop Jasmine had almost escaped to earlier.

Hilda swung off the bike and took note of the little trailer as it jittered and shook from the action taking place inside it.  Jasmine's muffled laughter continued in it's soaring sincerity as Hilda drew the cover back.

Inside, she saw her dumpy, bespectacled nephew had taken off his belt to bind Jasmine's slender hands together behind her back.  He had one doughy hand clamped over her mouth and the other was sliding back and forth eagerly over the satiny, soft surface of the laughing blond's lower belly.

Hilda watched amusedly for a moment then she snapped, “Okay!  Get her out of there!”

Reluctantly, Albert ceased his gleeful tickling and hauled the indignant young blond to her feet.  As Albert untied her hands, Hilda got out the little syringe and said simply, “It's anasthesia with a carefully calibrated amnesia component.”

Jasmine stared at the little syringe in bafflement, then Hilda spun her around and jabbed the little needle just under the the right cheek of Jasmine's rounded ass.

The stunned blond let out a little shriek of surprised pain, but Hilda grabbed her by the sloulders and studied her blue eyes for a few seconds.  When the old hag saw the clouding begin, she briskly shoved the hazy Jasmine through the brush and into the grass lawn next to the rest area.

“Run for help Jasmine,” she hissed menacingly.  “If I catch you I'm never going to let you go!”

The bemused teen let out a lost little scream and stumbled toward the rest stop.  “H-help meeeee!” she managed to yell weakly before she crumpled to the grass.  The last thing she saw was motorists running toward her from the rest area.

It was six hours later when Jasmine regained consciousness in a hospital bed.  The bleary eyed beauty peered around and immediately saw her anxious parents.  Her mom and dad smiled in relief and hugged her tight.  Jasmine hugged them back with a confused little laugh and asked, “What happened?”

Her parents drew back and studied her carefully.  Finally her dad said, “We were hoping you could tell us.  What's the last thing you remember?”

Jasmine's brow scrunched up cutely as she tried to reach back through the haze but finally she just shook her blond head and gave her father an impish grin.  “I remember you taking us to that silly little fair daddy.”

Her parents looked at each other and then back at her.  “Anything after that?”

Jasmine shook her head again vaguely and murmured, “No....”


                                      The End