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Amber had always been interested in the sword fighting club that took place every lunchtime at her school. Of course it wasn't actually real-the swords were fake but seemed somewhat real and was obviously not as real. It was just a practice of martial arts. Now Amber was 15 and had never had any experience in this kind of thing before so it was no surprise that when she signed up that she was not awarded a place. However, the sword fighting captain, Clary, was willing to give Amber a chance to prove herself. She had invited Amber to come to her house so that they could begin with some 'trial training'. So at exactly noon, Amber arrived at Clary's house. She had never quite realised how large it actually was but as Clary invited her in, she saw the beauty of it all.
"Don't worry we have the whole house to ourselves." Clary assured her "And this is what I call the training room"

Amber's jaw dropped- there was a large room in which there was a lot of metal things and all kinds of swords.
"Sso I'll bbe training here?" Amber stuttered

"Yep, and for starters lets begin with getting you into some beginners training clothes on"

Amber felt slightly insulted by this but agreed- after all this was what she had wanted. After a couple of minutes of rummaging around in what seemed to be the store cupboard, Clary came out with a bundle of clothes.

"They should fit you- you can change in over there." Clary pointed to a tiny room in the far left corner

"thanks" Amber quickly shut the door behind her and stared at what she had to where. There was a black thin strap shirt and some black shorts which were both made of supple leather. When she put them on, she realised that the shirt only came half way down her rib cage and the shorts barely covered any of her thighs.

"Great they fit!" Clary announced as soon as Amber walked in. Amber's eyes popped open for a second but then managed to compose herself.

"Now the first thing that you must have for sword fighting is flexibility. I want to se you stretch as if it is a part of you. Let me see you reach up to the door!" Clary half yelled these instructions to Amber.
Amber was pretty tall at 5'8 but then she realised the door was about 3m so she would really have to stretch. She closed her eyes and stretched as far as she could and felt her hands touch the door.

"And hold!" Clary instructed. Before Amber could even breathe, she held a sudden lock and realised that suddenly her arms were chained to the door. Her feet were on their tippy toes and she could barely breathe.

"What is that for?" Amber asked

"The second thing is stamina. You need to be able to carry on going and not be so breathless or weak." Clary produced a medium sized sword from behind her and gently trailed it across Amber's bare torso. That is a nice tone you have to your abs so I guess we can skip the stage on fitness. That means we have to go onto the stamina test."

"A test...??" Amber asked, completely baffled.

"Don't worry it is just to see how long you can withstand your weakness. The only problem is that I need to find out what it is but I do have one that should work."

Clary stopped trailing the sword around and laid it gently across the ground. instead, she gently trailed her fingers around her stomach and heard what she had been hoping for- the slight muffled giggles that were coming from Amber.

"Okay! Here how it is- your weakness is that you are ticklish. So I will tickle you and I will see how long you can withstand it without moving to much because if you do, the door will shut. It won't harm you but it will mean that I will definitely know weather you have won or not. A normal sword fighting match at school would last about 10 minutes so that's your target!"

"But I'm not tic-"

"There is no point in denying it Amber so just go with the flow"

Clary was debating weather or not to go easy or hard on her. I the end, she decided that beause it was a test, which was very serious to Clary, she should not be light on her just because it was Amber's first time.

Clary began by kneading into sides, she dug her fingers into her soft flesh and felt Amber's muscles tense.
"HEEEHEEEEE OHHHHHHHHHHH AHHAAA." Amber couldn't help but laugh as she felt Clary massage her ever so sensitive sides. She tried to stop yanking the chains but this only made her scream out instead.
"OHMYGOODDDNEESSSSSS AHAAAHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." Amber begged for mercy when Clary started to spider tickle the centre of her tummy.

"Getting a little bit ticklish are we?" clary smirked as she made Amber fall into another fit of laughter.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO I'MM NOOTT TIICKKLLIISHSHHH AHHEEEEEEEEEEE." Amber was bucking violently and thrashing against the chains that continued to hold her down.

I wonder if her bellybutton is ticklish Clary thought. As Amber continued to close the door further and further whilst screaming with laughter, Clary stuck her finger into Amber's bellybutton. Suddenly, Amber gasped and panted as she felt the sensation of Clary's finger going deeper and deeper into her navel. Amber could see her stomach quiver and she was gasping in what seemed to be pleasure.

"How does that feel Amber?" Clary taunted

"I-I hate it! Stopp p-lleasse" Amber tried to fight against the great pleasure of Clary's finger gently touching the ever so sensitive walls of her navel.

Clary twisted her finger with great force into her delicate bellybutton which was slowly turning pink. "Now, now Amber I know that you like it so you're going to have to stop struggling against those chains at some point you know."

As Clary gently massaged the pit of her soft navel, Amber let out a moan. "Please you must stop now...mmmmmmm." Amber tried to stop showing the signs of her pleasure but her bellybutton just showed a new kind of sensitivity. Amber shivered in pleasure as Amber swirled her finger around faster and faster, digging deeper and deeper into her bellybutton.

"Do you like it now Amber?" Clary pestered her

"N-nno why would I like it... aahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Amber still continued to moan in pleasure. Just as Clary was leaning in towards Amber's pink navel, the door suddenly swung shut.

"Looks like you have lost Amber but there are punishments for losers..."

Clary was suddenly lost in thought. 3 years ago, when she had been 14, she was training to be the captain and had been forced to go through the same test. She had absolutely adored the pleasure of having her bellybutton touched and played around with. Her good friend Aaron, who was now her boyfriend, had completely tortured her beyond her limits...perhaps she could do the same with Amber...
She could remember hearing herself "No... Aaron pplleasse not my bellybutton."

Clary suddenly snapped into reality and heard the pleas of Amber "No...Clary pplleasse not my bellybutton."

"Bad luck Amber..." Before Amber could even protest, Clary gently spread out her already stretched bellybutton and gently licked the inside over navel.

"ahhhhhhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmmmmmmm" amber's moans became louder and louder while Clary tongued her red navel deeper and deeper.

"So...are you...starting...to enjoy...it now...." Clary said in between licking Amber's perfect navel.

"MAKKKEE ITT STTAPPPPP.... AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Amber screamed in pleasure as Clary continued to lick the sensitive knot at the bottom of her navel. She could the feel the wet saliva against the walls of her bellybutton and she wished she could say that she hated it. But she loved the feeling.

Clary could hear Amber panting hysterically above her. She was not surprised- she was completely stretched out, pinned to a door and was left to be 'tortured'. As Amber tried to regain her breath, she felt Clary separating her thighs so there was a large gap between them. Whilst licking the sensitive walls of Amber's, Clary ran her hands all over the inside of her thighs.

"Are you loving it more now?" Clary teased as she rubbed her thighs deeper and deeper.

"I CAA-NN''TT TAKKE ITT....ahhhhhhhh...mmmmmmmm." Amber's moans became more pleasurable. If Clary had even touched her thighs before, Amber would have screamed out with laughter but now all she felt was this sort of...desire. She had this weird feeling in her body which made her want to ask for more. All that came out though was her gasps of pleasure.

"If you say so..." Clary was amused by how much Amber was denying it- her face said it all. Clary saw how much the shorts was actually covering her thighs. maybe this will make her admit it.

As soon as Amber let out a deep moan, Clary's hands crawled up Amber's tight leather shorts and she rubbed her hands all over the top of her thighs.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." Amber screamed it utmost pleasure "mmmmmmmmm...."

Clary stopped licking her navel and studied Amber. Amber was blushing and looked extremely flustered, while her bellybutton was red with a pool of saliva at the pit of it. "I... amm hoottt." Amber panted.

"One, minute I'll get something to cool you down."

Several minutes later, Clary arrived with some ice cubes. Amber closed her eyes in exhaustion, glad that it would be over soon. But she was far from being right. As soon as Clary entered, she stretched out, Amber's navel and stuck an ice cube right to the pit of her bellybutton. Panic flashed across Amber's face as she felt the sensitivity of her bellybutton increase dramatically, she let out another moan.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.....ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Amber continued to moan as Clary stuck her finger into the melted water and swirling it around. Clary kissed her bellybutton so that it flustered her even more and before she knew it she was begging for more.

"I want you to fuck my bellybutton...mmmmmmmmmm," Amber wished she hadn't had said it because she didn't like how seductive Clary was being. She hated the feeling that she wanted it to continue but she couldn't stop it anytime soon...

Clary licked her bellybutton like she had never done before, she swirled her tongue around her delicate rim, and fiercely into the pit of her bellybutton- creating pools of saliva. She caressed her thighs and trailed ice cubes across her bare stomach.

"go deeper- I want more... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," She screamed in pleasure and the more Clary licked and fingered her navel as well as rubbing her thighs, the more she moaned, panted and gasped.

"We...will be...training...again...tomorrow." Clary whispered in between kissing/licking her navel.

"mmmmmmm...if this one will ever finish...ahhhhhhhhhh"