This is only for true navel lovers, if you don't understand this fetish then move on.
All of my characters are over 18 years of age.
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For the next six hours Arianna twisted and wiggled at her bindings. At first it seemed futile, the rope bit into her wrists and ankles every time she moved. But with enough perseverance she felt results in the past hour. They were loosening. She could feel extra space between her and the ties. Arianna wiggled more vigorously. Even though her hands and feet hurt she could taste victory.
Her body was weary from the position of laying on the slab. Her joints ached, they itched to be relaxed. Her back was cramped at being stretched for so long in the same pose. The back of her head had a knot where it couldn't relieve the pressure. She hadn't been able to sleep, not stark naked and in one position for hours, not to mention the imminent danger she was going to be in once that man came back. She had to escape.
Her hands popped free of the rope. Success. She slowly rose into a sitting position, the disks in her spine snapping and crackling. Arianna lightly massaged her wrists. There was a red ring around them. She rolled her head around and cracked her neck then she undid her ties on her feet. Once they were free and soothed by her hands she hopped off the platform. Her body crumpled to the floor. Her legs couldn't support her weight. They had gone to sleep. She took in a few breaths and adjusted her feet beneath her. She slowly rose up to her full height.
Arianna turned behind her and saw the large door. To the right of it was a large mirror. It looked like the kind that a police station would have; a two way mirror. Oh no, was someone watching her? Beneath the glass were a series of hooks and dangling from them were an assortment of other torture devices and some power tools. What the hell was this place? Were there others this man tortured? More poor navels he would play with and give pain to? She had to get out of there.
Arianna walked towards the door. Not that she expected it to be unlocked, but hey, she should try anyways. As she got close to it she heard a click from the other side of it and the knob began to turn. She panicked. He was back again! No doubt he would give her bellybutton a good lashing. She scurried to the opposite side of the room as the door swung open. There he was. The gorgeous, evil man to torture her sensitive hole. His large, hungry eyes ready to stare at her poor navel as he hurt her.
"Little bitch. You got out," he said taking a step into the room.
Arianna bolted around the platform to shoot past him in the open doorway. In her futile attempt he grabbed her roughly.
"No, no,no, I don't think so."
The man grabbed a hold of both of her wrists and with the other he emptied the contents of one hook. The weight of his body slammed her into the two way mirror. Arianna looked down at the hook. It wasn't a hanger at all, instead it was just a simple, long nail screwed into the wall. The thick nail head threatened to enter her navel. She struggled against the man. He took his free hand and secured her wrists better against the glass. A small noise escaped Arianna's throat. She saw his reflection in the mirror and her own. His eyes smoldered at her. He was very angry. The wicked grin that slowly spread across his face made her heart pound in her chest.
"I've got you now. All I need to do is this-," he pushed his weight in a shoving action and the nail head dove into Arianna's bellybutton. She gasped at the feeling. The nail was so deep inside of her bellybutton. He released the pressure on her back.
"Please, don't do this," she cried.