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Agatha helped Jasmine up off the shabby couch and untied her hands from behind her back. Jasmine rubbed her slim wrists and reluctantly followed the old crone as she was led back to the bedroom where a small bathroom was tucked away.

Jasmine peered into the old woman's bathroom and her nose wrinkled at the moldy smell and the discomfiting stains that dotted the room.

Agatha gestured at the chipped bathtub/shower. “Feel free to clean up. I set out some soaps and lotions for you that I picked up while you were sleeping.”

Jasmine observed gratefully that the shower did have a curtain (wreathed in mildew of course) so the creepy old woman couldn't easily spy on her as she washed herself. The nervous blond beauty nodded her head and stepped into the bathroom uneasily.

A little later as the shower was running the old crone sneakily opened the door and swiped Jasmine's thin white t-shirt off of the bathroom counter. Taking a pair of scissors Agatha quickly cut off a large portion of the shirt then set it back on the counter with a wicked smirk.

In the shower Jasmine was carefully trying to avoid touching the mildewed curtain and soap scummed walls as she washed herself. She energetically scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash off the feel of the old crone's hands. The soap was quality body wash in a vanilla scent and she let it run into and out of her deep oval bellybutton in foamy rivulets trying to cleanse away the feel of the hag's tongue.

When she was done Jasmine stepped from the shower, her honey gold skin dripping with water. The blond beauty took one look at the grimy towel hanging from a hook and discounted it immediately. A small window with foggy glass was positioned about chest high and she opened it with a stiff push. The window was too small to climb out of but a sweet smelling breeze came flowing in.

The warm swirling air caressed the firm sexy curves of Jasmine's small frame and tossed her damp blond hair. A few blossoms blew in and skipped over her smooth glistening belly, drawing a surprised giggle. Looking out the window Jasmine could see that the blossoms came from her name sake flower. A jasmine bush on the edge of the clearing was blooming and the lively spring breeze was blowing right over it.

Jasmine stared out the window, one hand reaching out slightly as if she could grab freedom like a flower off a bush. Her blue eyes lively with anxious foreboding of what awaited her outside the dirty bathroom.

At that moment there was an impatient knock on the door. “Lets go my ripe little peach. You'll want to eat something.”

Jasmine's beautiful features blanched at the old crone's voice but she moved over to her clothes to start getting dressed. The breeze had dried her almost entirely so she pulled on her low slung skimpy cut off shorts then grabbed her white t-shirt. Jasmine's fine brow creased uncertainly for a minute as she held it up and saw it cut. Hesitantly she pulled it on and found the old crone had cut it off so the thin material only reached halfway down her ribs, leaving her entire smooth firm belly on display.

“Oh come oooooon...” Jasmine whimpered as she glimpsed herself in the mirror. She looked like she was begging to be tickled. Which was the furthest thing from the truth.

Jasmine pulled on her tennis shoes, took a breath and reluctantly opened the door. Agatha stood just on the other side, one gnarled hand raised as if she was just about to knock again. The irritated expression on her sagging wrinkled face fell away to be replaced with lewd hunger as she openly gazed at Jasmine's smooth sexy belly. The old crone's eyes traveled down and stared with undisguised desire at the wide oval opening of Jasmine's wondrously deep bellybutton.

Jasmine swallowed nervously and took a little step back as Agatha leaned down and tried to peer into the warm, tempting darkness. “All clean now are you?” she murmured dreamily as her gray head began to drift toward the beautiful oval opening.

Jasmine saw the old crone lick her thin lips and knew knew her captor was about to lick her irresistible bellybutton again.

Holding her small hands up wardingly Jasmine backed up into the door jam of the bathroom and hastily blurted out, “Isn't your friend going to be here soon?”

Agatha blinked and swayed for a moment. Her hunched form in a predatory stance as if about to lunge. But then she slowly straightened and gave Jasmine a smirking grin.

“Yes, yes she is. I must remember to keep you fresh for her.”

The old crone gestured for Jasmine to sit at the table. The two of them silently shared a small meal of bread and butter along with some fruits and granola with honey. The old crone urged Jasmine to eat and drink but the stunning blond could only manage small bites as she kept nervously glancing at the door.

Finally, Jasmine stood up and paced to the far side of the dingy little living room. Anxiously clasping and unclasping her small hands as she watched the door with worried blue eyes.

Agatha shook her gray head with an evil smirk and stood up to shuffle over to Jasmine. “You need to burn some of this nervous energy my peach.”

The old crone took Jasmine's hand, leading the hesitant teen to one end of her shabby couch. Agatha positioned Jasmine with her back to the arm of the sofa which put her facing the door only steps away. Then the old hag climbed up on the arm of the sofa and took both of Jasmine's small hands and raised them over her head.

The sweet faced blond frowned in dread and she stammered, “W-wait...wait, don't...what are y-?”

Agatha cut her off cheerfully. “I'm just seeing if that body wash I got for you really makes skin silky smooth.”

Then the old crone reached a gnarled hand down and began greedily stroking and rubbing Jasmine's taut sleek belly.

Jasmine's eyes widened then squeezed shut as a wide smile spread across her beautiful face and she burst into trilling laughter. “Whaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Nooohoohoohohohohoho! Aaahahahahahahahahaaa!”

Jasmine squirmed in place and struggled to bring her hands down as Agatha's wandering fingers skittered across the middle of her wriggling tummy then slid down and began excitedly rubbing Jasmine's soft lower belly.

Jasmine lifted onto her toes and tossed her blond head to the left as she sang out tormented laughter and swiveled her rounded hips.

Just then there was a polite knock at the door of the shack. The old crone's tickling hand went still and she cackled gleefully in Jasmine's ear as she called, “Come in!”

The weathered door slowly creaked open and the infamous Hilda got her first look at Jasmine. With Agatha perched on the arm of the couch behind her and slightly bending the angel faced blond backward, all of Jasmine's smooth firm belly was on display. Agatha's wrinkled hand was resting on Jasmine's soft lower belly right under her deep oval bellybutton and the blue eyed blond watched Hilda nervously as she stepped closer.

Hilda was taller then her friend Agatha and more upright in posture. Her iron gray hair was worn up in a severe bun and her lean sharp features were etched with wrinkles. Her beady eyes glowed with excitement as she noted the fear and worry in the beautiful teen's eyes and then began tracking over the sensual curves and firm vibrancy of her small frame.

“This is the catch I was telling you about.” Agatha exclaimed proudly. “Isn't she remarkable? Look at her bellybutton! She's amazingly ticklish inside it!”

Hilda stepped closer and Jasmine tried to shy away as the severe looking crone gazed at her vulnerable tummy and deep oval bellybutton.

“Hold her Agatha.” Hilda said calmly.

Agatha used both hands to hold Jasmine's arms over her head as Hilda reached out a skeletal hand and began tracing her fingers over Jasmine's smooth belly lightly.

Jasmine inhaled sharply and then giggled imploringly as she wriggled under the skilled touch of the hawk faced old woman.

Hilda masterfully took note of the twitches and flutters that resulted from her caresses. Observing and appraising as her tracing fingers got closer to the tempting oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and her giggles and wriggling grew more frantic.

The light coming in through the door suddenly gleamed on the firm silky surface of Jasmine's rim. Drawing her eye and naturally accentuating the sensuous darkness of the alluring depths.

Hilda's beady eyes widened in a flash of insight and she whispered. “Her rim. Agatha, have you tickled her rim?”

The old crone looked at her friend and shrugged absently. “I don't know. Probably a little when I was licking her delicious bellybutton.”

Hilda shook her narrow head in amusement and looked up at her friend in fond exasperation. “Of course you licked her in her deep bellybutton. I would be shocked if you had done anything else.”

Jasmine was looking down nervously as Hilda took a crooked fingertip and lightly traced her smooth gleaming rim. Jasmine lifted onto her toes and sucked in her firm belly as she squealed girlishly.

Hilda nodded her head and straightened up decisively. “I need her tied down.”

Agatha nodded her head and brought Jasmine's slim arms behind her back as she dropped down off the arm of the couch.

Unable to bring herself to just walk peacefully into the grimy little bedroom, Jasmine began struggling to free her hands. Screaming for help and fighting to get loose as both of the sinister crones dragged her to the bedroom and forced her to the small stained mattress. Agatha tied Jasmine's dainty hands together, then secured them to the tarnished steel headboard as Hilda secured her kicking feet to the foot board.

Hilda smiled chillingly as she watched Jasmine continue to twist and strain at her bonds in vain her breath coming in short panicked rushes. “I'll be right back,” Hilda said.

The lean faced old woman went and grabbed a small canvas bag she had dropped just outside the door and then paused by Agatha. “This sweet faced blond has some tickle secrets, I can tell. Secrets she doesn't even know about I think.”

Agatha rubbed her claw like hands together eagerly. “You think you can discover her secrets?”

Hilda nodded her head with a thin smile. “Oh yes. She has some surprises coming I think.”

The lean faced crone walked into the bedroom and calmly climbed on the bed, straddling Jasmine's thighs and setting her bag down on the floor within easy reach. Then with a wicked gleam in her eye Hilda gripped Jasmine's firm curved sides and began rapidly tickling.

Agatha watched Jasmine let out a shocked little scream then sing out electrifying laughter as she wriggled in torment. The old crone watched from the doorway for a few minutes then went to her cluttered kitchen to get some coffee going.

She was sitting at her little table sipping at a cup when Jasmine's ringing laughter trailed off. A few moments later a long string of adorable squealing laughs sounded from the little bedroom.

“Eeeeeeeheeeheeeeheeeeeheeeee! Neeeeheeheeeheeeeheeeeeee!”

Curious, Agatha stood up and shuffled to the bedroom doorway. She saw Jasmine sucking in her smooth belly and twisting fruitlessly at her bonds. Her chin was tucked down and her nose wrinkled cutely as she squealed laughter while Hilda lightly grazed a yellowed fingernail around her firm silky rim.

Agatha grinned deviously and enjoyed the scene for a few moments then she made another trip to the coffee pot. She had just filled her cup and was about to sit down when Jasmine's squealing laughter hitched in shock then burst out with new desperation. On the heels of this change of gears the old crone heard her friend excitedly call out, “Agatha get in here! You have to see this!”

Before she got to the door Agatha could clearly hear Jasmine. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheee! Stopitstopitstopiteeeeeeheeeeheeeeheeeee!

Looking into the doorway again Agatha saw that her friend had retrieved a small fine haired paintbrush from her bag of goodies and was stroking it around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim, twirling it dextrously as the soft bristles fanned out on the smooth surface. Jasmine was still sucking in her belly but now she was thrashing her blond head, her eyes squeezed shut and squealing shrilly.

Hilda motioned excitedly for her friend to come over and with a predatory grin said, “Look at this!”

Agatha leaned over and saw the most fantastic thing ever. As Hilda skillfully twirled the paintbrush around Jasmine's silky rim, her wide, oval bellybutton was flaring out sensually in helpless response. Agatha's eyes widened in raging desire as Hilda deftly tickled around and around the tender rim and Jasmine's deep bellybutton flared and yawned wider until it seemed a bottle cap could have dropped inside freely.

Hilda spiraled the fine haired brush down just inside the sensationally flaring opening and grazed around the sleek inner walls. Jasmine stiffened abruptly, her blue eyes flying open and her shrill laughter sweeping upward in dismay.

“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAP!”

Hilda returned the soft bristles to stroking Jasmine's gleaming rim, and even though her laughter resided back to frantic squealing Agatha could see the shock and dismay in her blue eyes.

“My God...her bellybutton is even more sensitive now. She went crazy just from that!” Agatha murmured in awe.

Staring at the wondrously flaring opening as Jasmine helplessly sucked in her firm belly again Agatha was overcome with desire.

“Move over!” the old crone ordered hoarsely. “I want to lick her bellybutton!”

Hilda looked like she might object, then she shrugged and swung off of Jasmine's thighs. “I'm only enjoying her through your generosity. She's yours to do with what you want.”

Agatha hopped up into Hilda's place and gripped Jasmine's curved sides as Hilda kept the paintbrush twirling around the panicked blond's gleaming rim.

Jasmine was overcome with shock at the startling effect of Hilda expertly stroking her rim. She twisted frantically at the bonds holding her hands, her beautiful face alive with terrible anticipation. With the old crone's wrinkled mouth hovering over the miraculously expanded oval opening, Jasmine could feel her breath trickling inside. With the frantic blond beauties intensified sensitivity it felt like dozens of fuzzy legs in the soft depths. Jasmine was terrified to think about how it would feel if the revolting old crone tongue tickled her right now.

Through her plaintive squealing Jasmine tried to plead for mercy. “Eeeeeeheeheeeheeeheeeheeee! Nooooohoohoohohohohohohoo! Pleeeeeheeheeheeheeeease! Dooohohohohohohooon't! Pleeeeeheeheeeheeease don't lick meeeheehee in my b-bellyyyyybuttoooooon!”

With no hesitation, the old crone covered the flaring oval opening of Jasmine's beautiful bellybutton with her thin lips and plunged her tongue into the soft depths, licking the warm tender bottom with hungry intensity.

Jasmine went rigid and tossed her head to the left. Her tear filled blue eyes were wide and staring at Hilda in horrified disbelief that anything could tickle so much. Hilda watched the stunning blond draw in a shaky breath then let out a distraught scream that melded into strident, wailing laughter.

“NAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!

Hilda watched Jasmine desperately try and sit up. Throwing her head forward and making the headboard creak with the strain as she wrenched at her bonds. Then flopping back down and kicking her feet in little fits as she arched her back in torment and thrashed her head wildly with the old crones tongue feverishly licking the delicate folds on the unbearably ticklish bottom of her oval bellybutton.

“OHMYGAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!! NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! HEEEEEEELP MEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!
SOOOOMEOOOONE SAAHAAHAAHAAAVE MEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee.....!”

Jasmine's wailing laughter climbed the charts until it locked in her throat in straining silent hysterics. Hilda watched the frantic young blond twist and pull at her bonds, thrashing her head and trying to wriggle with her eyes squeezed shut and her full lipped mouth open wide in a despairing silent fit of laughter.

Agatha was a skilled tickler and savvy about how to keep a victim lively. After driving Jasmine crazy for half a minute of intense silent laughter, the old crone swept the tip of her tongue up and swirled around the sleek inner walls of Jasmine's sensationally flaring bellybutton.

Hilda watched as Jasmine was able to draw a hasty breath with the sudden lowering of the tickling intensity. The hysterical blond beauty swiveled her hips in torment and howled rich, untamed laughter.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! PLEEHEEHEEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! NOMORHORHORHORHORE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! MYB-BELLYYYYYYBUTTOOOON-EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEEE!!”

Jasmine's laughing screams for mercy cut off with a shrill helpless shriek as the old crone lightly tongue tickled the smooth roof of her deep flaring bellybutton. Hilda watched Jasmine suck in her firm belly and hunch her shoulders, her nose wrinkling adorably as she shook her head and squealed frantically.

A few moments later Hilda watched excitedly as Jasmine stiffened and threw her head back, her uncontrollable laughter soaring upward in pitch and intensity until it locked in her throat in desperate silent hysterics as Agatha once again greedily licked the soft, satiny hyper ticklish bottom of Jasmine's deep flaring bellybutton.

Hilda stared while Jasmine's dark blond hair fanned out as she thrashed her head in mute torment, her mouth open wide in a radiant tortured smile. The tarnished headboard creaked again as the beautiful teen twisted crazily at her bonds and and mindlessly tried to squirm on the stained mattress.

Watching her friend, Hilda knew Agatha could happily keep going until Jasmine was utterly spent. So tactfully, Hilda cleared her throat and nudged Agatha's shoulder gently.

The old crone came to her senses gradually and remembered that this time was for Hilda to enjoy. Reluctantly, Agatha withdrew her tickling tongue and sat up. Watching with satisfaction as Jasmine slumped back to the mattress, her breathing harsh as she drew air into her lungs in relief. Jasmine's sweet featured face was streaked with tears and her blue eyes were wide and horrified as she darted glances between her fiendish kidnapper and the still flaring oval opening of her deep intolerably ticklish bellybutton.

Agatha climbed down off the small rumpled bed and Hilda took her stick thin arm, leading her out to the kitchen. “I'll give her about ten minutes to recover a little,” Hilda said as she poured her friend a cup of coffee. “You've shown that your ripe little peach is even more ticklish in her deep delicious bellybutton when it's flared out. I wager that's brand new to her too.” Hilda cackled.

The hatchet faced old hag looked back at the bedroom with a wicked leer. “I'm going to keep her off balance and see what else I can discover. There is more, I know it. I can sense it. Tickling her rim and flaring her beautiful bellybutton out is part of it, but it's not all. Your sweet little peach will give up her secrets...whether she wants to or not.”

After a cup of coffee, Hilda went back into the bedroom. Agatha heard Jasmine's dread filled whimpers when she saw the severe looking old hag. But almost immediately they were cut off by trilling girlish giggles. Unable to help herself Agatha got up and went to the doorway to peer in. She saw Hilda back on the bed, straddling Jasmine's thighs again as she happily fluttered her fingertips over the squirming, giggling blond's smooth belly. The stern looking hag only made a couple of light tickling trips up and down the center of Jasmine's taut belly before she suddenly gripped the firm sides just above the sweet swell of her hips and started squeezing and kneading energetically.

Jasmine let out a surprised little scream then burst into soaring laughter as she swiveled her hips frantically. Agatha watched Hilda squeeze and tickle her way up and down the sexy curves of Jasmine's firm sides for a few moments before she suddenly leaned down and placed her mouth to the hysterical teen's soft silky lower belly and blew a long vibrating raspberry.

“Pppppppffffffftttttffffttttfffttttt!”

Jasmine's tear filled blue eyes flew open wide as she sucked in her smooth belly and let out a despairing laughing shriek.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeheeehahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

“Ppppftttttfttftttftttftttfffffffftttttt!”

“Neeeeeeeheeeheeeheeee! Stopit stopit staaaahahahahahahahaaaaaap!”

“Pppppppppfffffffffttppppppttttttt!”

“Noooooohohohohohoo! Eeeeeeeheeheeheeeeeeheeeee!”

After a short series of exhilarating raspberries Hilda raised back up and went back to gliding her fingertips up and down Jasmine's smooth belly, abruptly shifting the disheveled blond back to helpless giggles.

Agatha could see her friend was doing a masterful job of flustering their vibrant young tickle victim so she went back to the kitchen and sat down to start thinking up fun foods to lick out of Jasmine's deep sensuous bellybutton later.

In the room Hilda was having the time of her life as she tickled and teased the squirming Jasmine. At one point the thin faced hag quickly pulled a soft bristled toothbrush out of her sack of toys and began lightly stroking it around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim. The blond beauty immediately burst into plaintive squeals as she felt her deep oval bellybutton sensually flare out and the sensitivity sky rocket inside it.

Hilda decisively grabbed two musty pillows off the floor beside the bed and doubling them over she shoved them under the small of Jasmine's back, forcing her taut belly into a graceful arch where her struggles were reduced to almost nothing.

The grinning hag reached into her sack of torture again and came out with a soft tapered feather. Before the squealing Jasmine could plead for her not to, Hilda dipped the feather into the wide flaring opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and twirled it fiendishly.

Jasmine threw her head back and strained wildly at her bonds as she wailed tormented laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA! NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAANAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

Hilda twirled the feather in the helpless girl's luscious bellybutton for a couple of minutes but noted that she was never able to get her to silent laughter like Agatha did when she licked her flared bellybutton. The devious old hag cackled, “Apparently tongue tickling is the way to drive you wild my ripe little peach.”

Jasmine didn't hear her as she thrashed her head and screamed laughter, trying to suck in her heaving belly in vain as the soft feather twirled and tickled in the soft depths of her flaring oval bellybutton.

Sensing she was close to a sensational discovery, Hilda removed the feather and picked up the toothbrush again. Lightly and rapidly she grazed the bristles around the silky surface of Jasmine's rim, coaxing it to flare out even more as Jasmine's wailing laughter hiccuped into shrill squeals in confusion.

Hilda pulled the pillows out from under Jasmine's back but clamped her knees to either side of the squealing teen's hips to hold her still as she leaned down and peered into the shadowed depths of Jasmine's wondrously flaring bellybutton. With rising excitement, Hilda realized she had flared Jasmine's gorgeous bellybutton enough so that natural light could filter in and dimly illuminate the tempting bottom.

Hilda eagerly studied the soft delicate landscape of satiny folds and quickly saw that all the folds radiated out from a point in the center like spokes on a wheel. The hub of the center was a tiny depression, no bigger then the end of a ballpoint pen. With her keen intuition Hilda discerned that five of the folds on the bottom were slightly more noticeable and laid out like the arms of a star.

“That's interesting....” Hilda murmured to herself as she reached into her bag again and came out with a small fine point paintbrush for detail work on miniatures. Hilda lowered the small brush into the sensationally flaring opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton as she twisted desperately at her bonds and pleaded, “Nooooonononononooooo-...”

Jasmine's pleas cut off with a gasp as Hilda lightly stroked the tender fold at the top of the star formation, sending a searing tingle of ticklishness through Jasmine's firm curvy body. Before Jasmine could get her breath back Hilda traced the next fold in the pattern going clockwise and drawing a breathless exhaling laugh from the rigid teen. With skillful precision Hilda stroked all five folds, from the center out to the sleek inner walls. When she reached the top fold and traced it carefully again the old hag's eyes widened in feverish desire as she witnessed the soft folds draw back from the center like a flower being coaxed to open. Fully revealed was Jasmine's button's secret. A silky concavity at the center of her deep delicious bellybutton, about the size and shape of a contact lens shrunk down to size of the end of a pencil eraser.

Even more surprising was Jasmine's reaction. The flustered blond inhaled sharply and color rose unbidden to her cheeks. Hilda saw Jasmine's blue eyes dilate and goosebumps rippled across the smooth surface of her belly.

“Whaaa?....What is h-h-happening....?” Jasmine stammered confusedly then she exhaled a whimpering moan as Hilda wonderingly slid her fingertips down Jasmine's firm tummy.

With a wild theory and a gleeful hope, Hilda took the small paintbrush and swept it over the delicate folds around her button's secret. The flaring oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton trembled vulnerably as she lightly cried out in unbidden pleasure. With a fiendish grin Hilda trailed the fine point around and around the ultra sensitive bottom of Jasmine's luscious bellybutton until she was panting in irresistible rising excitement as she tried to stifle her own sounds of tingling pleasure.

Hilda cackled happily, “Oh my God! Unlocking your little button's secret there flips a switch for you doesn't it my ripe little peach. It looks like it makes all tickling incredibly sensual...” Hilda lightly tickled Jasmine's satiny button's secret drawing a sweet innocent gasp from her as her heaving belly shivered in response. “....and pleasurable.” Hilda finished with a predatory grin.

Eagerly Hilda set about the task of stimulating the helpless Jasmine's deep flaring bellybutton. Jasmine twisted and pulled in vain at the bonds holding her, struggling to escape the unwanted searing sensations even as her soft lips were parted in an “O” of rapture and she breathlessly cried out in pleasure.

“Nnnnooooo...*pant pant pant*...stop it...*pant pant pant*...I d-don't want-*gasp*...oohhh my Gaaaawd...*pant pant pant*...nnnoooo pleeease-*SHARP GASP*...”

After 15 minutes of relentless, sensual bellybutton tickles Hilda saw a thin sheen of perspiration break out on the smooth surface of Jasmine's heaving belly. The panting beauty's eyes were closed and her blond hair clung damply to her shiny throat and rose colored cheeks even as she strained to get her hands free. Hilda sensed the time was right and she knew just how to bring the helpless Jasmine to her peak. Tossing the paintbrush aside Hilda gripped the curved, sweat slick sides of Jasmine's tummy and slipped her tongue into her deep, wondrously flaring bellybutton.

Jasmine's eyebrows lifted over her closed eyes and she flung her head to the right as she felt her tormentor's wet tongue snake into her deep hyper-sensitive bellybutton. Unable to help herself Jasmine arched her trembling belly into Hilda's flicking tongue as she let out a plaintive cry of pleasure.

Hilda traced the tip of her tongue over the delicate folds on the soft bottom of Jasmine's oval bellybutton as the panting beauty forced herself to lay flat again with a frustrated girlish growl. But a moment later Jasmine arched her back, gasping out in undeniable desire as Hilda lightly licked her silky button's secret.

The stark featured hag played an enticing little game of fiendishly licking the smooth roof of Jasmine's deep bellybutton, allowing the panting Jasmine to force herself to lay flat as she whimpered moans of excitement. Then Hilda would wickedly tongue tickle the tormented blond's button's secret, making her irresistibly arch her sleek belly up with a trembling cry of pleasure.

Feeling and hearing Jasmine's feverish panting speed up and her sounds of rapture peaking in intensity. Hilda began kneading the sexy curved sides of Jasmine's sweat moistened belly as she hungrily began kissing her deep flaring bellybutton. The old hags thin lips caressed Jasmine's gleaming sensitive rim as the tip of her wet sinuous tongue flicked rapidly over the helpless beauty's button's secret.

Jasmine arched her back again with a soaring cry of passion and this time her back stayed arched as she fruitlessly twisted at her bonds. Jasmine flung her head to the left, turning her face from her wicked tormentor, her eyes closed and her mouth open in disbelieving wonder as she panted in coerced bliss.

“Oh nooooo...*pant pant pant*...* not you...nnnnn-*SHARP GASP*...oh my Gaaaawd noooo-*VERY SHARP GASP*...*pant pant pant*....”

With every stroke of the old hag's tongue over her button's secret Jasmine thrust her heaving belly upward instinctively into the scintillating lick. Soon Hilda's tempo had sped up until with every breath Jasmine was rocking her gleaming tummy into Hilda's thin weathered face. Hilda felt Jasmine's firm silky rim flare out even more under her chapped lips and Jasmine's heaving fluttering belly trembled and shivered with her rapturous cries.

Finally, Jasmine's nervous system surged with indescribable pleasure and she threw her head back, going rigid with a soaring cry as she rocked over the edge of release. She stayed frozen in that posture, head thrown back and eyes closed. Her beautiful face luminous with wild sensations and her wicked tormentor's tongue still busily licking her button's secret. Jasmine's small body shuddered and she cried out again in ringing pleasure then she slumped back to the stained mattress.

Hilda slowly withdrew her tongue and stared at Jasmine in ecstatic wonder her own beady eyes bright with excitement. Jasmine wearily turned her face to the side, her blue eyes closed in befuddled embarrassment as she cried softly.

Hilda looked down and saw Jasmine's deep bellybutton had contracted back to it's original beautiful oval shape, the delicious depths hidden in shadow once again. Hilda assumed that Jasmine's scintillating button's secret had once more closed protectively.

Looking to the door Hilda saw Agatha standing there gaping in astonishment. “How...how did you do that?” Agatha asked in astonishment.

Hilda realized Agatha hadn't seen the steps required to drag Jasmine into tormented pleasure. And in a fit of selfishness Hilda decided to keep the secret from her friend. “I don't know,” she lied. “Maybe I just got lucky. We should probably let the ripe little peach rest for a while.”

Agatha nodded absently as she left the room with Hilda. But she glanced back at Jasmine's deep oval bellybutton with an evil, hungry glint in her eye. She would have lots of opportunities to try her luck with her poor little peach.

To be continued...

I would like to acknowledge that the idea of sensual tickles in Jasmine's gorgeous deep bellybutton came from the talented BellybuttonTickler. It had never occurred to me until she suggested it and now I find it extraordinary.

;) (Wink) — Description
Agatha helped Jasmine up off the shabby couch and untied her hands from behind her back. Jasmine rubbed her slim wrists and reluctantly followed the old crone as she was led back to the bedroom where a small bathroom was tucked away.

Jasmine peered into the old woman's bathroom and her nose wrinkled at the moldy smell and the discomfiting stains that dotted the room.

Agatha gestured at the chipped bathtub/shower. “Feel free to clean up. I set out some soaps and lotions for you that I picked up while you were sleeping.”

Jasmine observed gratefully that the shower did have a curtain (wreathed in mildew of course) so the creepy old woman couldn't easily spy on her as she washed herself. The nervous blond beauty nodded her head and stepped into the bathroom uneasily.

A little later as the shower was running the old crone sneakily opened the door and swiped Jasmine's thin white t-shirt off of the bathroom counter. Taking a pair of scissors Agatha quickly cut off a large portion of the shirt then set it back on the counter with a wicked smirk.

In the shower Jasmine was carefully trying to avoid touching the mildewed curtain and soap scummed walls as she washed herself. She energetically scrubbed at her skin, trying to wash off the feel of the old crone's hands. The soap was quality body wash in a vanilla scent and she let it run into and out of her deep oval bellybutton in foamy rivulets trying to cleanse away the feel of the hag's tongue.

When she was done Jasmine stepped from the shower, her honey gold skin dripping with water. The blond beauty took one look at the grimy towel hanging from a hook and discounted it immediately. A small window with foggy glass was positioned about chest high and she opened it with a stiff push. The window was too small to climb out of but a sweet smelling breeze came flowing in.

The warm swirling air caressed the firm sexy curves of Jasmine's small frame and tossed her damp blond hair. A few blossoms blew in and skipped over her smooth glistening belly, drawing a surprised giggle. Looking out the window Jasmine could see that the blossoms came from her name sake flower. A jasmine bush on the edge of the clearing was blooming and the lively spring breeze was blowing right over it.

Jasmine stared out the window, one hand reaching out slightly as if she could grab freedom like a flower off a bush. Her blue eyes lively with anxious foreboding of what awaited her outside the dirty bathroom.

At that moment there was an impatient knock on the door. “Lets go my ripe little peach. You'll want to eat something.”

Jasmine's beautiful features blanched at the old crone's voice but she moved over to her clothes to start getting dressed. The breeze had dried her almost entirely so she pulled on her low slung skimpy cut off shorts then grabbed her white t-shirt. Jasmine's fine brow creased uncertainly for a minute as she held it up and saw it cut. Hesitantly she pulled it on and found the old crone had cut it off so the thin material only reached halfway down her ribs, leaving her entire smooth firm belly on display.

“Oh come oooooon...” Jasmine whimpered as she glimpsed herself in the mirror. She looked like she was begging to be tickled. Which was the furthest thing from the truth.

Jasmine pulled on her tennis shoes, took a breath and reluctantly opened the door. Agatha stood just on the other side, one gnarled hand raised as if she was just about to knock again. The irritated expression on her sagging wrinkled face fell away to be replaced with lewd hunger as she openly gazed at Jasmine's smooth sexy belly. The old crone's eyes traveled down and stared with undisguised desire at the wide oval opening of Jasmine's wondrously deep bellybutton.

Jasmine swallowed nervously and took a little step back as Agatha leaned down and tried to peer into the warm, tempting darkness. “All clean now are you?” she murmured dreamily as her gray head began to drift toward the beautiful oval opening.

Jasmine saw the old crone lick her thin lips and knew knew her captor was about to lick her irresistible bellybutton again.

Holding her small hands up wardingly Jasmine backed up into the door jam of the bathroom and hastily blurted out, “Isn't your friend going to be here soon?”

Agatha blinked and swayed for a moment. Her hunched form in a predatory stance as if about to lunge. But then she slowly straightened and gave Jasmine a smirking grin.

“Yes, yes she is. I must remember to keep you fresh for her.”

The old crone gestured for Jasmine to sit at the table. The two of them silently shared a small meal of bread and butter along with some fruits and granola with honey. The old crone urged Jasmine to eat and drink but the stunning blond could only manage small bites as she kept nervously glancing at the door.

Finally, Jasmine stood up and paced to the far side of the dingy little living room. Anxiously clasping and unclasping her small hands as she watched the door with worried blue eyes.

Agatha shook her gray head with an evil smirk and stood up to shuffle over to Jasmine. “You need to burn some of this nervous energy my peach.”

The old crone took Jasmine's hand, leading the hesitant teen to one end of her shabby couch. Agatha positioned Jasmine with her back to the arm of the sofa which put her facing the door only steps away. Then the old hag climbed up on the arm of the sofa and took both of Jasmine's small hands and raised them over her head.

The sweet faced blond frowned in dread and she stammered, “W-wait...wait, don't...what are y-?”

Agatha cut her off cheerfully. “I'm just seeing if that body wash I got for you really makes skin silky smooth.”

Then the old crone reached a gnarled hand down and began greedily stroking and rubbing Jasmine's taut sleek belly.

Jasmine's eyes widened then squeezed shut as a wide smile spread across her beautiful face and she burst into trilling laughter. “Whaaaahahahahahahahahahaaaaa! Nooohoohoohohohohoho! Aaahahahahahahahahaaa!”

Jasmine squirmed in place and struggled to bring her hands down as Agatha's wandering fingers skittered across the middle of her wriggling tummy then slid down and began excitedly rubbing Jasmine's soft lower belly.

Jasmine lifted onto her toes and tossed her blond head to the left as she sang out tormented laughter and swiveled her rounded hips.

Just then there was a polite knock at the door of the shack. The old crone's tickling hand went still and she cackled gleefully in Jasmine's ear as she called, “Come in!”

The weathered door slowly creaked open and the infamous Hilda got her first look at Jasmine. With Agatha perched on the arm of the couch behind her and slightly bending the angel faced blond backward, all of Jasmine's smooth firm belly was on display. Agatha's wrinkled hand was resting on Jasmine's soft lower belly right under her deep oval bellybutton and the blue eyed blond watched Hilda nervously as she stepped closer.

Hilda was taller then her friend Agatha and more upright in posture. Her iron gray hair was worn up in a severe bun and her lean sharp features were etched with wrinkles. Her beady eyes glowed with excitement as she noted the fear and worry in the beautiful teen's eyes and then began tracking over the sensual curves and firm vibrancy of her small frame.

“This is the catch I was telling you about.” Agatha exclaimed proudly. “Isn't she remarkable? Look at her bellybutton! She's amazingly ticklish inside it!”

Hilda stepped closer and Jasmine tried to shy away as the severe looking crone gazed at her vulnerable tummy and deep oval bellybutton.

“Hold her Agatha.” Hilda said calmly.

Agatha used both hands to hold Jasmine's arms over her head as Hilda reached out a skeletal hand and began tracing her fingers over Jasmine's smooth belly lightly.

Jasmine inhaled sharply and then giggled imploringly as she wriggled under the skilled touch of the hawk faced old woman.

Hilda masterfully took note of the twitches and flutters that resulted from her caresses. Observing and appraising as her tracing fingers got closer to the tempting oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and her giggles and wriggling grew more frantic.

The light coming in through the door suddenly gleamed on the firm silky surface of Jasmine's rim. Drawing her eye and naturally accentuating the sensuous darkness of the alluring depths.

Hilda's beady eyes widened in a flash of insight and she whispered. “Her rim. Agatha, have you tickled her rim?”

The old crone looked at her friend and shrugged absently. “I don't know. Probably a little when I was licking her delicious bellybutton.”

Hilda shook her narrow head in amusement and looked up at her friend in fond exasperation. “Of course you licked her in her deep bellybutton. I would be shocked if you had done anything else.”

Jasmine was looking down nervously as Hilda took a crooked fingertip and lightly traced her smooth gleaming rim. Jasmine lifted onto her toes and sucked in her firm belly as she squealed girlishly.

Hilda nodded her head and straightened up decisively. “I need her tied down.”

Agatha nodded her head and brought Jasmine's slim arms behind her back as she dropped down off the arm of the couch.

Unable to bring herself to just walk peacefully into the grimy little bedroom, Jasmine began struggling to free her hands. Screaming for help and fighting to get loose as both of the sinister crones dragged her to the bedroom and forced her to the small stained mattress. Agatha tied Jasmine's dainty hands together, then secured them to the tarnished steel headboard as Hilda secured her kicking feet to the foot board.

Hilda smiled chillingly as she watched Jasmine continue to twist and strain at her bonds in vain her breath coming in short panicked rushes. “I'll be right back,” Hilda said.

The lean faced old woman went and grabbed a small canvas bag she had dropped just outside the door and then paused by Agatha. “This sweet faced blond has some tickle secrets, I can tell. Secrets she doesn't even know about I think.”

Agatha rubbed her claw like hands together eagerly. “You think you can discover her secrets?”

Hilda nodded her head with a thin smile. “Oh yes. She has some surprises coming I think.”

The lean faced crone walked into the bedroom and calmly climbed on the bed, straddling Jasmine's thighs and setting her bag down on the floor within easy reach. Then with a wicked gleam in her eye Hilda gripped Jasmine's firm curved sides and began rapidly tickling.

Agatha watched Jasmine let out a shocked little scream then sing out electrifying laughter as she wriggled in torment. The old crone watched from the doorway for a few minutes then went to her cluttered kitchen to get some coffee going.

She was sitting at her little table sipping at a cup when Jasmine's ringing laughter trailed off. A few moments later a long string of adorable squealing laughs sounded from the little bedroom.

“Eeeeeeeheeeheeeeheeeeeheeeee! Neeeeheeheeeheeeeheeeeeee!”

Curious, Agatha stood up and shuffled to the bedroom doorway. She saw Jasmine sucking in her smooth belly and twisting fruitlessly at her bonds. Her chin was tucked down and her nose wrinkled cutely as she squealed laughter while Hilda lightly grazed a yellowed fingernail around her firm silky rim.

Agatha grinned deviously and enjoyed the scene for a few moments then she made another trip to the coffee pot. She had just filled her cup and was about to sit down when Jasmine's squealing laughter hitched in shock then burst out with new desperation. On the heels of this change of gears the old crone heard her friend excitedly call out, “Agatha get in here! You have to see this!”

Before she got to the door Agatha could clearly hear Jasmine. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheee! Stopitstopitstopiteeeeeeheeeeheeeeheeeee!

Looking into the doorway again Agatha saw that her friend had retrieved a small fine haired paintbrush from her bag of goodies and was stroking it around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim, twirling it dextrously as the soft bristles fanned out on the smooth surface. Jasmine was still sucking in her belly but now she was thrashing her blond head, her eyes squeezed shut and squealing shrilly.

Hilda motioned excitedly for her friend to come over and with a predatory grin said, “Look at this!”

Agatha leaned over and saw the most fantastic thing ever. As Hilda skillfully twirled the paintbrush around Jasmine's silky rim, her wide, oval bellybutton was flaring out sensually in helpless response. Agatha's eyes widened in raging desire as Hilda deftly tickled around and around the tender rim and Jasmine's deep bellybutton flared and yawned wider until it seemed a bottle cap could have dropped inside freely.

Hilda spiraled the fine haired brush down just inside the sensationally flaring opening and grazed around the sleek inner walls. Jasmine stiffened abruptly, her blue eyes flying open and her shrill laughter sweeping upward in dismay.

“NAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAA! STAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAP!”

Hilda returned the soft bristles to stroking Jasmine's gleaming rim, and even though her laughter resided back to frantic squealing Agatha could see the shock and dismay in her blue eyes.

“My God...her bellybutton is even more sensitive now. She went crazy just from that!” Agatha murmured in awe.

Staring at the wondrously flaring opening as Jasmine helplessly sucked in her firm belly again Agatha was overcome with desire.

“Move over!” the old crone ordered hoarsely. “I want to lick her bellybutton!”

Hilda looked like she might object, then she shrugged and swung off of Jasmine's thighs. “I'm only enjoying her through your generosity. She's yours to do with what you want.”

Agatha hopped up into Hilda's place and gripped Jasmine's curved sides as Hilda kept the paintbrush twirling around the panicked blond's gleaming rim.

Jasmine was overcome with shock at the startling effect of Hilda expertly stroking her rim. She twisted frantically at the bonds holding her hands, her beautiful face alive with terrible anticipation. With the old crone's wrinkled mouth hovering over the miraculously expanded oval opening, Jasmine could feel her breath trickling inside. With the frantic blond beauties intensified sensitivity it felt like dozens of fuzzy legs in the soft depths. Jasmine was terrified to think about how it would feel if the revolting old crone tongue tickled her right now.

Through her plaintive squealing Jasmine tried to plead for mercy. “Eeeeeeheeheeeheeeheeeheeee! Nooooohoohoohohohohohohoo! Pleeeeeheeheeheeheeeease! Dooohohohohohohooon't! Pleeeeeheeheeeheeease don't lick meeeheehee in my b-bellyyyyybuttoooooon!”

With no hesitation, the old crone covered the flaring oval opening of Jasmine's beautiful bellybutton with her thin lips and plunged her tongue into the soft depths, licking the warm tender bottom with hungry intensity.

Jasmine went rigid and tossed her head to the left. Her tear filled blue eyes were wide and staring at Hilda in horrified disbelief that anything could tickle so much. Hilda watched the stunning blond draw in a shaky breath then let out a distraught scream that melded into strident, wailing laughter.

“NAAAAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!! AAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHAHA!

Hilda watched Jasmine desperately try and sit up. Throwing her head forward and making the headboard creak with the strain as she wrenched at her bonds. Then flopping back down and kicking her feet in little fits as she arched her back in torment and thrashed her head wildly with the old crones tongue feverishly licking the delicate folds on the unbearably ticklish bottom of her oval bellybutton.

“OHMYGAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAAAA!! NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! HEEEEEEELP MEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEE!
SOOOOMEOOOONE SAAHAAHAAHAAAVE MEEEEHEEHEEHEEHEEEEEeeeeeeeeeee.....!”

Jasmine's wailing laughter climbed the charts until it locked in her throat in straining silent hysterics. Hilda watched the frantic young blond twist and pull at her bonds, thrashing her head and trying to wriggle with her eyes squeezed shut and her full lipped mouth open wide in a despairing silent fit of laughter.

Agatha was a skilled tickler and savvy about how to keep a victim lively. After driving Jasmine crazy for half a minute of intense silent laughter, the old crone swept the tip of her tongue up and swirled around the sleek inner walls of Jasmine's sensationally flaring bellybutton.

Hilda watched as Jasmine was able to draw a hasty breath with the sudden lowering of the tickling intensity. The hysterical blond beauty swiveled her hips in torment and howled rich, untamed laughter.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAAA! PLEEHEEHEEHEEEASE STAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAP! NOMORHORHORHORHORE! NOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOO! MYB-BELLYYYYYYBUTTOOOON-EEEEEEEEEEEEEHEEHEEEEEEEE!!”

Jasmine's laughing screams for mercy cut off with a shrill helpless shriek as the old crone lightly tongue tickled the smooth roof of her deep flaring bellybutton. Hilda watched Jasmine suck in her firm belly and hunch her shoulders, her nose wrinkling adorably as she shook her head and squealed frantically.

A few moments later Hilda watched excitedly as Jasmine stiffened and threw her head back, her uncontrollable laughter soaring upward in pitch and intensity until it locked in her throat in desperate silent hysterics as Agatha once again greedily licked the soft, satiny hyper ticklish bottom of Jasmine's deep flaring bellybutton.

Hilda stared while Jasmine's dark blond hair fanned out as she thrashed her head in mute torment, her mouth open wide in a radiant tortured smile. The tarnished headboard creaked again as the beautiful teen twisted crazily at her bonds and and mindlessly tried to squirm on the stained mattress.

Watching her friend, Hilda knew Agatha could happily keep going until Jasmine was utterly spent. So tactfully, Hilda cleared her throat and nudged Agatha's shoulder gently.

The old crone came to her senses gradually and remembered that this time was for Hilda to enjoy. Reluctantly, Agatha withdrew her tickling tongue and sat up. Watching with satisfaction as Jasmine slumped back to the mattress, her breathing harsh as she drew air into her lungs in relief. Jasmine's sweet featured face was streaked with tears and her blue eyes were wide and horrified as she darted glances between her fiendish kidnapper and the still flaring oval opening of her deep intolerably ticklish bellybutton.

Agatha climbed down off the small rumpled bed and Hilda took her stick thin arm, leading her out to the kitchen. “I'll give her about ten minutes to recover a little,” Hilda said as she poured her friend a cup of coffee. “You've shown that your ripe little peach is even more ticklish in her deep delicious bellybutton when it's flared out. I wager that's brand new to her too.” Hilda cackled.

The hatchet faced old hag looked back at the bedroom with a wicked leer. “I'm going to keep her off balance and see what else I can discover. There is more, I know it. I can sense it. Tickling her rim and flaring her beautiful bellybutton out is part of it, but it's not all. Your sweet little peach will give up her secrets...whether she wants to or not.”

After a cup of coffee, Hilda went back into the bedroom. Agatha heard Jasmine's dread filled whimpers when she saw the severe looking old hag. But almost immediately they were cut off by trilling girlish giggles. Unable to help herself Agatha got up and went to the doorway to peer in. She saw Hilda back on the bed, straddling Jasmine's thighs again as she happily fluttered her fingertips over the squirming, giggling blond's smooth belly. The stern looking hag only made a couple of light tickling trips up and down the center of Jasmine's taut belly before she suddenly gripped the firm sides just above the sweet swell of her hips and started squeezing and kneading energetically.

Jasmine let out a surprised little scream then burst into soaring laughter as she swiveled her hips frantically. Agatha watched Hilda squeeze and tickle her way up and down the sexy curves of Jasmine's firm sides for a few moments before she suddenly leaned down and placed her mouth to the hysterical teen's soft silky lower belly and blew a long vibrating raspberry.

“Pppppppffffffftttttffffttttfffttttt!”

Jasmine's tear filled blue eyes flew open wide as she sucked in her smooth belly and let out a despairing laughing shriek.

“Eeeeeeeeeeeeheeeeheeehahahahahahahahahaaaa!”

“Ppppftttttfttftttftttftttfffffffftttttt!”

“Neeeeeeeheeeheeeheeee! Stopit stopit staaaahahahahahahahaaaaaap!”

“Pppppppppfffffffffttppppppttttttt!”

“Noooooohohohohohoo! Eeeeeeeheeheeheeeeeeheeeee!”

After a short series of exhilarating raspberries Hilda raised back up and went back to gliding her fingertips up and down Jasmine's smooth belly, abruptly shifting the disheveled blond back to helpless giggles.

Agatha could see her friend was doing a masterful job of flustering their vibrant young tickle victim so she went back to the kitchen and sat down to start thinking up fun foods to lick out of Jasmine's deep sensuous bellybutton later.

In the room Hilda was having the time of her life as she tickled and teased the squirming Jasmine. At one point the thin faced hag quickly pulled a soft bristled toothbrush out of her sack of toys and began lightly stroking it around Jasmine's firm gleaming rim. The blond beauty immediately burst into plaintive squeals as she felt her deep oval bellybutton sensually flare out and the sensitivity sky rocket inside it.

Hilda decisively grabbed two musty pillows off the floor beside the bed and doubling them over she shoved them under the small of Jasmine's back, forcing her taut belly into a graceful arch where her struggles were reduced to almost nothing.

The grinning hag reached into her sack of torture again and came out with a soft tapered feather. Before the squealing Jasmine could plead for her not to, Hilda dipped the feather into the wide flaring opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton and twirled it fiendishly.

Jasmine threw her head back and strained wildly at her bonds as she wailed tormented laughter. “AAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA! NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAAANAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

Hilda twirled the feather in the helpless girl's luscious bellybutton for a couple of minutes but noted that she was never able to get her to silent laughter like Agatha did when she licked her flared bellybutton. The devious old hag cackled, “Apparently tongue tickling is the way to drive you wild my ripe little peach.”

Jasmine didn't hear her as she thrashed her head and screamed laughter, trying to suck in her heaving belly in vain as the soft feather twirled and tickled in the soft depths of her flaring oval bellybutton.

Sensing she was close to a sensational discovery, Hilda removed the feather and picked up the toothbrush again. Lightly and rapidly she grazed the bristles around the silky surface of Jasmine's rim, coaxing it to flare out even more as Jasmine's wailing laughter hiccuped into shrill squeals in confusion.

Hilda pulled the pillows out from under Jasmine's back but clamped her knees to either side of the squealing teen's hips to hold her still as she leaned down and peered into the shadowed depths of Jasmine's wondrously flaring bellybutton. With rising excitement, Hilda realized she had flared Jasmine's gorgeous bellybutton enough so that natural light could filter in and dimly illuminate the tempting bottom.

Hilda eagerly studied the soft delicate landscape of satiny folds and quickly saw that all the folds radiated out from a point in the center like spokes on a wheel. The hub of the center was a tiny depression, no bigger then the end of a ballpoint pen. With her keen intuition Hilda discerned that five of the folds on the bottom were slightly more noticeable and laid out like the arms of a star.

“That's interesting....” Hilda murmured to herself as she reached into her bag again and came out with a small fine point paintbrush for detail work on miniatures. Hilda lowered the small brush into the sensationally flaring opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton as she twisted desperately at her bonds and pleaded, “Nooooonononononooooo-...”

Jasmine's pleas cut off with a gasp as Hilda lightly stroked the tender fold at the top of the star formation, sending a searing tingle of ticklishness through Jasmine's firm curvy body. Before Jasmine could get her breath back Hilda traced the next fold in the pattern going clockwise and drawing a breathless exhaling laugh from the rigid teen. With skillful precision Hilda stroked all five folds, from the center out to the sleek inner walls. When she reached the top fold and traced it carefully again the old hag's eyes widened in feverish desire as she witnessed the soft folds draw back from the center like a flower being coaxed to open. Fully revealed was Jasmine's button's secret. A silky concavity at the center of her deep delicious bellybutton, about the size and shape of a contact lens shrunk down to size of the end of a pencil eraser.

Even more surprising was Jasmine's reaction. The flustered blond inhaled sharply and color rose unbidden to her cheeks. Hilda saw Jasmine's blue eyes dilate and goosebumps rippled across the smooth surface of her belly.

“Whaaa?....What is h-h-happening....?” Jasmine stammered confusedly then she exhaled a whimpering moan as Hilda wonderingly slid her fingertips down Jasmine's firm tummy.

With a wild theory and a gleeful hope, Hilda took the small paintbrush and swept it over the delicate folds around her button's secret. The flaring oval opening of Jasmine's deep bellybutton trembled vulnerably as she lightly cried out in unbidden pleasure. With a fiendish grin Hilda trailed the fine point around and around the ultra sensitive bottom of Jasmine's luscious bellybutton until she was panting in irresistible rising excitement as she tried to stifle her own sounds of tingling pleasure.

Hilda cackled happily, “Oh my God! Unlocking your little button's secret there flips a switch for you doesn't it my ripe little peach. It looks like it makes all tickling incredibly sensual...” Hilda lightly tickled Jasmine's satiny button's secret drawing a sweet innocent gasp from her as her heaving belly shivered in response. “....and pleasurable.” Hilda finished with a predatory grin.

Eagerly Hilda set about the task of stimulating the helpless Jasmine's deep flaring bellybutton. Jasmine twisted and pulled in vain at the bonds holding her, struggling to escape the unwanted searing sensations even as her soft lips were parted in an “O” of rapture and she breathlessly cried out in pleasure.

“Nnnnooooo...*pant pant pant*...stop it...*pant pant pant*...I d-don't want-*gasp*...oohhh my Gaaaawd...*pant pant pant*...nnnoooo pleeease-*SHARP GASP*...”

After 15 minutes of relentless, sensual bellybutton tickles Hilda saw a thin sheen of perspiration break out on the smooth surface of Jasmine's heaving belly. The panting beauty's eyes were closed and her blond hair clung damply to her shiny throat and rose colored cheeks even as she strained to get her hands free. Hilda sensed the time was right and she knew just how to bring the helpless Jasmine to her peak. Tossing the paintbrush aside Hilda gripped the curved, sweat slick sides of Jasmine's tummy and slipped her tongue into her deep, wondrously flaring bellybutton.

Jasmine's eyebrows lifted over her closed eyes and she flung her head to the right as she felt her tormentor's wet tongue snake into her deep hyper-sensitive bellybutton. Unable to help herself Jasmine arched her trembling belly into Hilda's flicking tongue as she let out a plaintive cry of pleasure.

Hilda traced the tip of her tongue over the delicate folds on the soft bottom of Jasmine's oval bellybutton as the panting beauty forced herself to lay flat again with a frustrated girlish growl. But a moment later Jasmine arched her back, gasping out in undeniable desire as Hilda lightly licked her silky button's secret.

The stark featured hag played an enticing little game of fiendishly licking the smooth roof of Jasmine's deep bellybutton, allowing the panting Jasmine to force herself to lay flat as she whimpered moans of excitement. Then Hilda would wickedly tongue tickle the tormented blond's button's secret, making her irresistibly arch her sleek belly up with a trembling cry of pleasure.

Feeling and hearing Jasmine's feverish panting speed up and her sounds of rapture peaking in intensity. Hilda began kneading the sexy curved sides of Jasmine's sweat moistened belly as she hungrily began kissing her deep flaring bellybutton. The old hags thin lips caressed Jasmine's gleaming sensitive rim as the tip of her wet sinuous tongue flicked rapidly over the helpless beauty's button's secret.

Jasmine arched her back again with a soaring cry of passion and this time her back stayed arched as she fruitlessly twisted at her bonds. Jasmine flung her head to the left, turning her face from her wicked tormentor, her eyes closed and her mouth open in disbelieving wonder as she panted in coerced bliss.

“Oh nooooo...*pant pant pant*...* not you...nnnnn-*SHARP GASP*...oh my Gaaaawd noooo-*VERY SHARP GASP*...*pant pant pant*....”

With every stroke of the old hag's tongue over her button's secret Jasmine thrust her heaving belly upward instinctively into the scintillating lick. Soon Hilda's tempo had sped up until with every breath Jasmine was rocking her gleaming tummy into Hilda's thin weathered face. Hilda felt Jasmine's firm silky rim flare out even more under her chapped lips and Jasmine's heaving fluttering belly trembled and shivered with her rapturous cries.

Finally, Jasmine's nervous system surged with indescribable pleasure and she threw her head back, going rigid with a soaring cry as she rocked over the edge of release. She stayed frozen in that posture, head thrown back and eyes closed. Her beautiful face luminous with wild sensations and her wicked tormentor's tongue still busily licking her button's secret. Jasmine's small body shuddered and she cried out again in ringing pleasure then she slumped back to the stained mattress.

Hilda slowly withdrew her tongue and stared at Jasmine in ecstatic wonder her own beady eyes bright with excitement. Jasmine wearily turned her face to the side, her blue eyes closed in befuddled embarrassment as she cried softly.

Hilda looked down and saw Jasmine's deep bellybutton had contracted back to it's original beautiful oval shape, the delicious depths hidden in shadow once again. Hilda assumed that Jasmine's scintillating button's secret had once more closed protectively.

Looking to the door Hilda saw Agatha standing there gaping in astonishment. “How...how did you do that?” Agatha asked in astonishment.

Hilda realized Agatha hadn't seen the steps required to drag Jasmine into tormented pleasure. And in a fit of selfishness Hilda decided to keep the secret from her friend. “I don't know,” she lied. “Maybe I just got lucky. We should probably let the ripe little peach rest for a while.”

Agatha nodded absently as she left the room with Hilda. But she glanced back at Jasmine's deep oval bellybutton with an evil, hungry glint in her eye. She would have lots of opportunities to try her luck with her poor little peach.

To be continued...

I would like to acknowledge that the idea of sensual tickles in Jasmine's gorgeous deep bellybutton came from the talented BellybuttonTickler. It had never occurred to me until she suggested it and now I find it extraordinary.