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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