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Agatha let Jasmine get a couple of hours of restless sleep, allowing the vibrant young beauty to recuperate a little after the torment Hilda had put her through. Both ticklish and horribly pleasurable.

Agatha would stand in the doorway of the small bedroom, staring hungrily at her stunning captive as she slept. The old hag's eyes wandered over Jasmine's small, firm body. Still awestruck that all those sweet delicious curves could exist on a girl who stood only 5'3” tall.

Agatha's beady eyes traveled over the slumbering girl's desirable belly. The smooth surface was the light golden color of honey, and with her arms being bound over her head, Jasmine's tummy was taught and vulnerable. Of course, the old crone's gaze invariably fixed on the wide oval opening of Jasmine's beautiful deep bellybutton. Agatha watched intently as the tender opening flared and contracted with the angel faced blond's peaceful breathing. Licking her thin dry lips, the old crone stared as the light played on Jasmine's firm gleaming rim and seemed to emphasize the darkness of the soft depths in the center.

Finally, the old crone couldn't wait any longer and she went and sat down on the side of the bed. With a fiendish grin Agatha slid her yellowed fingernails lightly over the smooth surface of Jasmine's sleek belly.

Jasmine's blue eyes flew open as she inhaled sharply in surprise then let it out in a thin stream of giggles as she tried to flinch away from the tickling touch.

Agatha drew her hand back and smiled evilly at the befuddled teen. “Ready to get up? You must be hungry.”

Jasmine blinked her eyes and frowned in dismay, looking around the small cluttered room as if to verify that her nightmare was still ongoing. After a moment she nodded her head and softly said, “Yes.”

Agatha released Jasmine from her bonds holding her to the bed and stepped back as the petite beauty stood up cautiously.

“Do you want to clean up? I bet you have some dried sweat on you from Hilda driving you wild like she did.”

Jasmine blushed, both from the comment and the leering expression on the old crone's face. The embarrassed young lady cleared her throat and nodded again.

Agatha gestured at the bathroom and as Jasmine made her way to the door Agatha called, “I'm making some food, it should be ready in a few minutes.”

Dismally, Jasmine wet a wash rag and wiped herself down with it. She wasn't willing to chance another shower, afraid that Agatha might mess with her clothing again. When she was done Jasmine just sat on the edge of the bathtub and waited as long as she could before going back out and facing her creepy abductor.

Within a couple of minutes Agatha called through the door, “Jasmine...come on. Your food is ready.”

The beautiful blond bit worriedly at her lower lip and sat still. Not willing to leave the marginal safety of the dirty bathroom by her own choice. But barely thirty seconds later, Agatha's cracked voice sounded through the door again. “Jasmine, if you don't come out I will come in after you. You won't like that my ripe little peach. I will tie you back down to my bed and tickle your deep beautiful bellybutton all afternoon...”

Jasmine reluctantly opened the door and with her eyes downcast fearfully. The old crone showed her yellowed teeth in a predatory grin and motioned toward the table. “Food is ready. Help yourself.”

The petite curvy teen walked to the table and was checking out what was available when the Agatha ghosted up behind her and grabbed her dainty hands. The old hag brought Jasmine's hands behind her back casually and the surprised blond could feel something being put on her wrists. Instinctively Jasmine began resisting until one of Agatha's withered hands reached around and slid across Jasmine's smooth tummy until her gnarled index finger was poised to slip into the wide oval opening of her deep bellybutton.

Jasmine looked down and inhaled in sharply. The anxious blond sucked in her smooth belly in apprehension and froze. From behind her the old woman crooned soothingly, “Just hold still my sweet. I'm almost done now. If you struggle, that is misbehaving...misbehaving earns you tickles.”

With fiendish skill, the old crone lightly slid a fingernail around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim causing the anxious blond to squeal girlishly and laughingly plead, “Nooohooohoohoohoo! Eeeeheeeheeeheeeeee...dooohooohooon't tiiiihiiickle my b-beeellyyyybuttooooon!”

Cackling in satisfaction the gnarled hand withdrew back behind the flustered teen and in no time the old crone was done. When she released Jasmine's slim hands the beautiful blond brought them around in front of her and stared in foreboding at what was on her forearms. The old hag had fit a padded leather cuff to each arm that reached from her wrists nearly to her elbows. Each cuff was outfitted with numerous small rings and fasteners affixed to each one.

Agatha came around to stand in front of Jasmine and beamed proudly at her captive. “I made them myself! They will be so much more comfortable on your soft skin then plain old rope. And with all the rings and clips it will be much easier and faster to restrain you when I want to tickle you. Like this...”

The old crone dodged back behind the stunned teen and took her hands behind her back. Jasmine heard a small click and just like that her wrists were bound together. Immediately, Agatha's skeletal hands reached around and began sliding her fingernails lightly up and down Jasmine's smooth vulnerable belly.

Jasmine's mouth dropped open in surprise then she rose up on her toes and swiveled her rounded hips as she burst into strident laughter. “Haaaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Naahaaaahaaaaahahahahahahahahhaaaa!”

Over the next few minutes Jasmine was given a horribly effective demonstration of various ways she could be quickly and easily bound so her fiendish old captor could tickle her. At one point Agatha had fastened the struggling teen's arms behind her back with her forearms laying parallel together. Then the old crone had fastened her cuffs together at the wrists and at the last ring closest to the elbow so Jasmine's arms were completely immobilized behind her. With a playful shove Agatha sent Jasmine falling backward onto the shabby couch where the old woman straddled her thighs and began rapidly kneading and squeezing the beautiful blond's firm curved sides.

“Aaaaaaahahahahahahahahahahaaaa! Noooohohohohohohohoooo!” Jasmine shrieked as she wriggled frantically on the musty cushions of the old couch. This torment only lasted a minute then the old crone suddenly spun around and put her back to a baffled Jasmine as she breathed heavily from the quick tickling. Jasmine felt something go around each ankle then Agatha stood up off the couch with a proud grin.

Looking down Jasmine saw a slim, simple leather cuff around each of her ankles with a clasp and ring affixed to each. “There we go,” the old crone cackled. “Now I can just as easily tie down your kicking feet. You wouldn't want to hurt me would you?”

As the old crone cackled again at her own wit Jasmine glumly studied the ankle restraints when she suddenly felt the pressure of the sinister hag's appraising gaze.

“You know...I think these ankle cuffs open up some possibilities as well.” Agatha mused as she quickly eased Jasmine onto the scuffed rug in front of the couch. A whirlwind of clipping and fastening later and Agatha had Jasmine laying on her side with her wrists fastened to her ankles in a hogtie. The old crone spent a few moments tickling the frantically laughing blond's silky lower belly as Jasmine struggled and twitched ineffectively.

Shortly after that Jasmine was on her knees on the floor and Agatha had clipped the elbow rings on her cuffs to her ankles. The left arm to the right ankle and the right arm to the left ankle so she was bent backwards as if she was offering her smooth golden belly to the evil old woman. Agatha accepted the forced offering eagerly and placed her thin wrinkled lips on the silky surface of Jasmine's lower belly and blew a tingling raspberry.

“Pppppfffftttttppppppttttppppfffffffttttt!!!”

Jasmine threw her head back and shrieked tormented laughter as she struggled clumsily at her bonds and sucked in her smooth belly helplessly. Agatha blew a series of fiendish raspberries, working her way up her captive's tender lower belly a little at a time until her hooked nose was even with Jasmine's wide oval bellybutton.

Agatha paused for a moment and inhaled through her nose appreciatively, savoring the intoxicating scent of warm vanilla and strawberries that emanated from the soft depths of Jasmine's luscious bellybutton. Jasmine stared down at her tormentor in anxious foreboding as it seemed that Agatha would plunge her tongue into her helpless bellybutton and drive her wild with tickling licks but Agatha slowly straightened up away from Jasmine a muttered to herself almost reproachfully, “No...no...I will wait for breakfast. Then I'll truly enjoy it!”

Jasmine shuddered in dread as Agatha gave her a brown snaggle toothed grin and freed the beautiful blond form her back bend. “You must be starving. Ready to eat?” Agatha asked slyly.

Jasmine was about to say no but her evil abductor was already pulling her to her feet and effortlessly binding Jasmine's arms again. The old crone took Jasmine's slim arms behind her head and laid her forearms together again, fastening her elbows and wrists together again so the flustered teen couldn't bring her arms over her own head.

Agatha led Jasmine to the small kitchen table which was loaded with different breakfast favorites, but there was a cleared strip running down the center of the table where there were no dishes.

“Okay my sweet. Lie down on the table right here,” the old crone said, indicating the clear strip running down the middle of the table.

Miserably sure she knew the answer Jasmine warily asked, “Why?”

The evil old woman cackled delightedly and said, “Because I'm going to eat breakfast off of your beautiful tummy Jasmine. And then I'm going to fill your deep sexy bellybutton with several different kinds of jam and lick them out.”

Jasmine blanched in horror and took a step back, shaking her blond no emphatically.

The old crone frowned grotesquely at her and asked in a malevolent tone. “You don't want me to lick your bellybutton?”

Jasmine shook her head again frantically and half shouted, “No!”

Agatha meditated on that for a moment then she croaked, “How about this my sweet? I won't lick your deep beautiful bellybutton until you ask me to.”

Jasmine gaped at her captor for a startled moment then she blurted, “I'll never ask you to do that! Never!”

Agatha nodded calmly then shuffled over to a little shelf unit by the front door. She took down a jar that was half filled with odd looking leaves and opened it with a twist then reached two fingers in and pulled out a little worm like creature.

Jasmine watched with a look of wary bemusement on her beautiful features as Agatha walked over to her. “This is a Madagascar silk worm,” the old crone supplied helpfully. The wriggling worm was about the diameter of a pencil and about as long as the old crone's gnarled pinkie. It was a pale gray color with a sparse covering of fine short hairs. The old woman held it up to Jasmine's widening blue eyes and said, “Look at it's mouth. It has two mandibles it uses to spread open the creases in certain jungle leaves and then it has several hairlike tongues it uses to sweep out the larvae hidden there for food.”

Agatha wrapped an arm around Jasmine's hourglass waist as the blond teen instinctively tried to step away and Agatha sneered, “I figure it will find the bottom of your desirable bellybutton very interesting.” Then the old crone deftly slipped the worm into the wide oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton.

The fearful blond teen immediately twisted away but it was too late and the industrious little worm was already in it's new haven. Jasmine's eyes grew wide as she felt it wriggling along the sleek inner walls of her deep oval bellybutton and she immediately hunched her shoulders and burst into shrill girlish giggles.

Agatha backed up calmly then sat down in her worn out easy chair, her wrinkled sagging face confident as she watched her sweet tickle toy begin lurching around the small living room, her shrill giggles growing louder as the worm wriggled deeper.

Jasmine twisted and fidgeted impotently. Rolling and fluttering her smooth belly in a desperate attempt to get the curious little worm out of her wide oval bellybutton. She could feel it inching deeper into the warm cavernous interior of her navel and her struggles grew more desperate as it approached the soft bottom.

Agatha knew when the worm reached the tender sensitive bottom of Jasmine's deep bellybutton because the giggling beauty suddenly stiffened, her crystal blue eyes wide as she stared in hopeless dread at the old crone as her smooth firm belly trembled vulnerably. Jasmine's mouth worked soundlessly a couple of times in astonishment at the tickling sensation caused by the unremarkable insect and in the tense silence the old crone said, “Remember what I said they do with the leaves in the jungle.” Then Jasmine burst into soaring frantic laughter as the worm browsed across the surface of the silky folds on the bottom of her deep oval bellybutton.

“HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAAAHAAAAA!” Jasmine twisted her upper body from side to side vainly as she stumbled around the small cluttered living room of Agatha's shack and howled laughter.

The old crone watched delightedly as her tickle captive weaved around almost drunkenly in a fruitless attempt to find some way to rid herself of the horribly effective tickling worm in her deep oval bellybutton. Jasmine staggered to the couch and slid her smooth belly along the back of the upper frame. Desperately trying to disrupt the curious worm exploring the soft creamy bottom of her bellybutton. A moment later she staggered away from the shabby sofa and spun in circles, laughing hysterically and thrashing her blond head as the silk worm sampled the delicate folds near the center of the bottom of her oval bellybutton.

An evil grin spread across Agatha's weathered, wrinkled face when Jasmine suddenly stiffened and lifted onto her toes as her firm curvy body trembled with coiled intensity. The old crone knew what was happening. The silk worm had expertly spread two of the delicate silky folds apart on the soft bottom of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and was sweeping between them with it's feathery mandibles.

This would be a searing, brand new tickling sensation for poor Jasmine. The hidden crevices between the tender folds on the bottom of her bellybutton would have never been touched before. Agatha watched with delighted interest as the unbelievable potency of the tickling sensations dawned on Jasmine's angel face.

The beautiful blond drew in a sharp breath and her firm smooth belly sucked in slightly in shock at the intensity of the tickling. Her blue eyes widened in horrified disbelief then she let out a thin scream of dismay that warped into wailing laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAAA!!!”

Jasmine squirmed frantically, desperately trying to free her arms. The hysterical blond jumped up and down, stomping her feet mindlessly as she screamed wild laughter. “NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! GET IHIHIHIHIHIT OUT! PLEEHEEHEEHEEEHEEHEEASE! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

Agatha leaned forward calmly in her old easy chair and spoke over Jasmine's wild shrieking laughter. “Do you want me to get the worm out?”

Jasmine weaved over to the old crones chair and feel to her knees in front of it. Thrashing her upper body back and forth she laughingly cried out, “YEEEHEHEHEHEHESSSS! PLEEHEEHEEEHEEEEASE GET IT OUT! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!”

Agatha folded her gnarled hands primly in front of her and said, “Of course dear. All you have to do is say one thing. You have to ask me to lick you in your bellybutton.”

There was a flash of stubborn defiance in Jasmine's blue tear filled eyes but the silk worm delved in between two more silky folds on the bottom of her deep bellybutton and the beautiful teen's will crumbled.

“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA! PLEEEHEEEHEEEASE LIHIHIHIHICK MEEHEEEHEE IN MY-”

Jasmine's immediate frantic plea was cut off by the crone's withered hand raising imperiously. “No no no. I want to be sure I hear you clearly. When you ask me, you have to do it when you're not laughing.”

Even through her crazed laughter, Jasmine gave the old hag a dumfounded look. Immediately the disheveled teen beauty tried to bottle up her hysterics so she could clearly voice her plea but at that moment the silk worm slipped it's feathery mandibles between two new silky folds on the warm bottom of her bellybutton and Jasmine lost it.

“NOOOONONONONONOHOHOHOHOHOOO! AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!” Agatha watched calmly as the distraught blond squirmed and wriggled on her knees before her. Thrashing her upper body like a fish fighting a line as she wailed laughter.

Two more times the vivacious teen almost got the question out clearly but the silk worm seemed to have some kind of evil prescience and would delve between two tender folds at exactly the wrong time sending Jasmine into howling frantic laughter.

Finally on the third try Jasmine was kneeling submissively in front of Agatha as she sat calmly in her easy chair. The angel faced teen's face was flushed with color and her blond hair clung damply to her throat and neck. Her smooth heaving belly was shining with perspiration and her wide oval deep bellybutton flared slightly with every breath. Jasmine closed her glistening blue eyes and bit her lower lip as the fiendish silk worm wriggled searchingly over the warm bottom of her bellybutton. Then she swallowed her laughter and in a thin wavering voice hesitantly said, “I want you...to...” Jasmine had to pause for a moment and grit her perfect white teeth, shaking her head from side to side as she fought the laughter that welled within her from the silk worm trundling over the delicate folds on the bottom of her bellybutton. “...to...lick mmmmmeeeee...in my b-bellyyybuttoooon.”

For a moment after she was done, Jasmine stared imploringly at her captor. And when Agatha finally nodded her head in acceptance Jasmine threw her head back and let the frenzied laughter spill out that she had been striving to contain as she squirmed in place on the floor.

Agatha guided Jasmine to her feet and led the wildly laughing teen to the kitchen table where she laid her down. Jasmine's legs hung off one end of the table from her knees down and Agatha just fastened her ankle cuffs to the legs of the table. Then the old crone subdued Jasmine's upper body by the simple expedient of tying an old apron to her crossed arms behind her head and tying the other end of the apron under the head of the table.

When she was done, Jasmine was tied down helplessly on the table as she continued to wriggle and laugh plaintively from the silk worms continued antics on the tender bottom of her deep bellybutton. Agatha stepped away for a moment but was back quickly with a fine pointed watercolor paintbrush and a pair of tweezers.

“I'm gonna need some more room to work if I'm going to get this little fella out,” the old crone said as she began rapidly gliding the paintbrush around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim.

Jasmine's wild laughter gained a squealing overtone as she helplessly sucked in her smooth golden belly. “EEEEEEHEEEHEEEHEEHEEHEEE! NEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE! NOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOOO!” The blond beauty laughingly cried out in ticklish anguish as her deep oval bellybutton flared out sensually under the soft bristles and the sensitivity inside sky rocketed.

Agatha circled Jasmine's sensitive rim until her deep bellybutton was flaring sensationally then the old crone took the tweezers and carefully extracted the wiggling silk worm from it's luscious haven.

The old crone dropped the fiendish little worm into a glass and set it by Jasmine's head so she could see it as the beautiful blond's laughter wound down and she began to get her breath back.

Agatha beamed at her captive and croaked, “What should I lick out of your bellybutton first? Grape jelly or strawberry jam?”

Jasmine cast her eyes downward and shrugged in defeat. “I don't know,” she muttered glumly.

Agatha clucked disapprovingly and shook a playful scolding finger at Jasmine. “Now sweetie, you need to participate or that would be misbehaving!”

Jasmine glanced anxiously at her creepy tormentor then hesitantly said, “Ummmm...strawberry jam I guess...”

Agatha clapped her gnarled hands happily and said, “Now ask me to lick strawberry jam out of your bellybutton.”

Jasmine shot the old crone a disbelieving glare. “That wasn't our deal! I'm not going to-”

The old hag cut Jasmine off by picking up the glass that held the silk worm and waving it meaningfully. “This little guy can go right back in there my sweet.” Agatha motioned towards Jasmine's deep flaring bellybutton with her free hand.

Jasmine stifled her indignant outburst and took a few deep breaths. Then reluctantly she said in a light timid voice, “Will you please lick strawberry jam out of my...my bellybutton.”

Agatha clapped her hands again gleefully then lowered her wrinkled face to Jasmine's and said, “Yes! Yes I will!”

The beautiful blond's expression crumpled into anxious foreboding as the old crone bustled around the table.

When Agatha was behind Jasmine and out of her line of sight, the old crone grabbed an old dish towel and crept up to the dismayed beauty's head. Jasmine let out a little scream of surprise when the dish towel was tied over her eyes, effectively blindfolding her.

“Let's try something new,” Agatha cackled. “We don't want things to get boring do we?”

Jasmine cast her head around in a vain attempt to keep track of her captor's movements and it was because of this that the vibrant teen sensed Agatha standing at the side of the table near her belly.

“Let's see just how open your bellybutton can get.” Jasmine heard just before the soft bristles of the paintbrush began stroking her firm rim again in brisk circles.

The blindfolded teen immediately sucked in her smooth honey gold belly and burst into adorable squealing laughter. “Eeeeheeeheeeeheeeeheeeeheeeeeee! Neeeheeheeeheeheehee! Staahahahahahahahaaap! Eeeheeheeheeheeheeheeeee!”

The old hag had already flared out Jasmine's deep bellybutton to an extent, but she watched appreciatively as the beautiful blond's desirable bellybutton flared out even more with a sensual slowness. Agatha continued stroking incessantly then in a flash of inspiration she quickly dipped the soft bristles into a small container of melted butter that was sitting on the table and slid the slick bristles around Jasmine's silky rim. Coating the firm surface in a glistening sheen of butter and managing to flare it out just a little more as the curvy teen squealed plaintively.

When Agatha finally relented she took a moment to savor the results of her work then her wrinkled face brightened as another idea occurred to her. The old crone scuttled to her shabby couch and grabbed on of the old throw pillows off of it. Quickly she brought it back to the kitchen table and brusquely shoved it under the small of Jasmine's back, forcing the disoriented beauty's back into a sweet arch as though offering her belly to the room at large.

“There...now I can enjoy my prize,” Agatha squawked happily.

Jasmine was tugging desperately at her bonds and whimpering in dread when Agatha suddenly remembered something. “Oh wait! My old toothbrush! When I lick your bellybutton clean I can run my old toothbrush through it to be sure it's spotless. That will drive you crazy for sure my sweet!”

Jasmine's dismayed whine was drowned out by Agatha's cackle of delight as she shuffled off to her bathroom.

While Agatha was occupied in her little bathroom, it was at that fateful moment that Hilda made an unannounced visit to her old friend's shack. The stern looking crone entered Agatha's house just like always but the sight that greeted her was far beyond tempting. Hilda was treated to the sight of Jasmine securely tied down to the kitchen table with her back irresistibly arched as if in invitation. The angular old woman stepped up to the table silently and hungrily observed Jasmine's deliciously deep bellybutton flared out to almost aching width. The firm silky rim glistening with a sheen of butter as the fearful blond's smooth belly rose and fell with her anxious breathing. Hilda watched Jasmine cast her head around in a lost manner, whimpers of dread escaping her soft pink lips.

There was no chance of restraint on Hilda's part. The temptation was too much. The stern faced old hag took a moment to listen for Agatha in the house and hearing nothing in that moment the sinister old woman stepped up to the table, gripped Jasmine's firm curved sides just above the sweet swell of her hips and slipped her tongue into the keyed up blond's sensationally flaring deep bellybutton and started hungrily licking.

Jasmine's mouth dropped open in complete surprise and she threw her head back and to the left blindly. The corners of her open mouth curved up in an unstoppable smile of torment as she cried out helpless wailing laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! OHMYGAAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAA! NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAAAA! STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! MY B-BELLYYYYYYYBUTTOOOOOOON! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAAAAA!”

Immediately alerted by the crazed laughter. Agatha dashed out of her bedroom and saw her old friend's betrayal. As if lost, the old crone shuffled into the living room until Hilda caught sight of her out of the corner of her eye.

The thin faced hag was eagerly kissing Jasmine's silky glistening rim as her tongue danced in the hysterical blond's deep flaring bellybutton. When she caught sight of her friend Hilda froze for a second in uncertainty with her tongue still sunk in Jasmine's oval bellybutton. Then slowly she grazed her thin lips over the wildly laughing teen's firm rim one more time in a final kiss and reluctantly drew her tickling tongue out.

As Jasmine lay there breathing heavily and blind to what was going on, Agatha pointed at Hilda and said, “We need to talk outside. Now.”

Jasmine heard both fiendish old women leave the little shack and could only desperately hope this would derail Agatha's desire to tickle her anymore that night.