Hey everyone! This is my first official story, and it’s meant to be a long and detailed narrative, but I promise it's worth the read—so bear with me! This is just Part 1, and there's plenty more to come.
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fantasy and meant for entertainment purposes only. Some parts might get a bit dark, and I want to be clear—I do NOT support or endorse non-consensual tickling, kidnapping, or any kind of real-life harm. It's all fictional, so please take it as such. Don't feel bad reading, it's all just made up!
Here's the link to part 1 of the story: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...pperbody-kidnapping-dark.442810/#post-5792188
Hope you enjoy, and if there’s one thing I ask, please share your thoughts on the story!
The Southern Mermaid Part 2
Karina woke up, still in her bra and panties, to find him right there, staring at her with an unsettling intensity. The predatory gleam in his eyes made her skin crawl.
She felt the familiar tingle of anxiety as she turned her head to find him watching her for god knows how long.
“Rise and shine, darlin’,” he drawled, stretching his arms lazily. “I’ve got plans for you today.”
Before she could protest, he untied her and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm as he led her to a small, makeshift bathroom. “You’re gonna need to clean up a bit,” he said, his tone disturbingly cheerful. “Can’t have my little mermaid lookin’ all rough and tumble now, can we?”
She shot him a glare, trying to muster whatever defiance she had left. “I’m not your mermaid, and you need to stop looking at me like that!” Her voice was shaky but firm, but inside, she felt the familiar panic rising
Before she could could say anything else, he untied her and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm as he led her to a small, makeshift bathroom.
Karina was immediately hit by the overpowering stench of sour body odor that clung to the air like a thick fog in this room. The rustic surroundings were grimy, and the tub was practically falling apart, with patches of mildew and grime that made her skin crawl. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her; there was no way she could ever bring herself to bathe in such a filthy place.
She noticed he wasn’t leaving after he led her to the tub. Instead, he took a chair from the corner and sat down, propping his feet up casually as he made himself comfortable. He was just… waiting there for her to get undressed, what little clothes she even had, and the thought made her blood boil.
“Are you serious?” Karina finally exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and annoyance. “You can’t just sit there and watch me bathe! Give a girl her privacy!”
“Now, don’t be shy, sugar,” he replied with a twisted grin. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with admirin’ what I’ve got right in front of me.” By his tone, it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere.
He got up and he stepped closer, a sinister glint in his eye as he reached over to remove her bra.
“I can do that myself!” she snapped, stepping back to assert some semblance of control. She turned away and slipped into the tub.
The water was warm, but it felt more like a trap than comfort. It was murky, the surface speckled with grime, making every movement in the tub feel disgusting. Karina’s skin crawled as the slick water clung to her, and she quickly grabbed the soap, lathering it over her body with frantic haste. The sooner she could get her clothes back on, the better—but as she glanced over her shoulder, she realized he was still sitting there, practically drooling over her as if he was watching the greatest show of all time.
Bo's eyes were glued to her, ogling every inch of her exposed skin with a perverse fascination. There was a sick sort of awe in his gaze, as if he couldn’t believe his luck, drinking in every curve and movement. It was clear he was enjoying himself far too much, and the intensity of his stare made her feel even more exposed and angered, trapped under his invasive gaze.
“Could you not stare at me while I’m naked?” she snapped, feeling vulnerable and embarassed as she tried to shield herself with her arms. “It’s really creepy!”
“Hey, you’re lucky I ain’t ticklin’ ya while you bathe!” he said with a smirk, leaning forward slightly. “I could easily join you in that tub if I wanted to. Maybe I should, huh?”
Karina rolled her eyes, trying to brush off his words. Ignoring him felt like the only option, but deep down, she knew that nothing she said would change his mind. She focused on the tub, her heart racing as she tried to drown out his presence.
“Now listen here, darlin’, I want those armpits to be nice and clean,” he said with a sly grin. “Ain’t nothin’ better than lickin’ a fresh little mermaid, you know? So make sure you scrub ‘em real good. And trust me, I’ll be checkin’!”
A shiver of revulsion coursed through her at his words, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re just disgusting! I can’t even believe you want to do that!
As Karina finished up with her bath, she suddenly heard a tug at her side. Startled, she turned to see him snatching her bra and panties from where she had left them, his expression a mix of mischief and desire.
“What are you doing? Give them back!” she scolded, anger and embarrassment flooding her voice.
“Oh, you won’t be needin’ these,” he said, a creepy grin spreading across his face as he brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent. “I’ve got you a perfect outfit to wear instead.”
Her heart dropped when she saw him pull out a raggedy, skimpy, homemade bra crafted from starfish and string. It was degrading, a mockery of the sophisticated woman she used to be—now expected to wear what was supposed to be some kind of mermaid outfit.
It was hardly an outfit at all— it looked like it was barely holding together, tied by the flimsiest strings.
Karina’s eyes widened, a look of revulsion flashing across her face as she took in the outfit. "No… No way,” she spat, her voice sharp with disgust,
He chuckled, low and rough. “Oh, I think ya will, darlin’,” he drawled, stepping closer. “Made it just for you, so you can be my little mermaid.”
“Give me my clothes back!” Karina yelled, her voice sharp and furious as she strained against the ropes.
Bo just chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, now, I can’t be doin’ that, darlin’,” he drawled, grinning with a dark pleasure. “I need them clothes for… sniffin’ on, ya see? Ain’t every day I get somethin’ that smells so sweet.” He held up the flimsy mermaid outfit, letting it dangle infront of her.
The sight of the absurdly revealing outfit made her stomach churn as she stared at it in horror. “You can’t be serious! I’m not wearing that!” she protested, anger flooding her voice. “It’s too revealing, you must be out of your mind!”
He stepped closer, his expression darkening slightly. “Oh, you will wear it, darlin’,” he said, his tone low and threatening. “It’s this or nothin’ at all,” he continued, “So go on, honey. Put it on… Unless you’re plannin’ to keep me company in the nude.” His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as he hungrily fixated his stare on her perfectly toned midriff.
Karina took a long, steadying breath, her shoulders tense as she stared at the flimsy mermaid costume in his hands. The whole situation was surreal—this man’s fixation on tickling her, and now he wanted her to wear this ridiculous excuse for an outfit. It was maddening, and despite her dignity, despite everything she prided herself on, she realized there was no reasoning with him. He wasn’t going to stop. She was stuck in his twisted game.
“Ugh!” she huffed, snatching the outfit from him with a glare. “I am so sick of this! You’re such a pervert!” She held the fabric tightly, her eyes still defiant even as she prepared to go along with his bizarre demand.
Karina reluctantly dried off and pulled on the raggedy mermaid outfit, feeling humiliated with every piece she fastened. It left most of her smooth skin exposed, and she hated the way it made her look so vulnerable. Before she could even take a breath, he dragged her back to the main room, pushing her towards these ropes dangling from the ceiling.
“W-wait, not again!” she pleaded, panic creeping into her voice as she saw him reach for the restraints. “I put on the outfit! You don’t need to tie me up!”
Ignoring her, he forced her wrists above her head and bound them tightly to the ropes. She pulled and twisted, but the knots were secure, leaving her dangling helplessly in front of him.
Stepping back, he looked her up and down, admiring how exposed and helpless she looked, the costume barely covering her. His eyes roamed her body, focusing on the exposed curves of her hips, the bare skin of her belly, and her vulnerable, raised arms.
“Well, look at you, Karina," he drawled, his voice thick with a mocking Southern twang. “Now you really do look like a little mermaid!” he said, his voice filled with twisted delight. “This little outfit lets me get to those ticklish spots even easier—your belly, your sides, and those helpless armpits of yours. There’s nothin’ to protect ya now.” He reached out and started wiggling his fingertips just inches from her exposed ribcage to scare her.
Karina's eyes widened in panic as she saw him approaching, his fingers wiggling in closer and closer. Her body tensed, instinctively pulling against the restraints, knowing all too well what was coming. Memories of the relentless torment from the yesterday rushed back—how he wouldn't stop tickling, how he exploited every sensitive spot without a shred of mercy. Her breath quickened, and a pleading look flashed in her eyes.
"Please," she stammered, her voice shaky and desperate. "I... I just woke up! Please, not again!"
But her words barely seemed to register as he moved closer, his grin widening.
He paused for a moment, thinking of a new idea as his gaze roamed up and down her squirming, helpless body.
He snorted, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Don’t you worry, sweetie," he said, his tone dripping with malice, "The ticklin' will come soon enough, but first, I want you to start actin' like a real mermaid!” She instantly froze as he continued to explain. “Mermaids are supposed to dance and sing, ain't they?” he sneered. “So come on now, darlin'. Let’s see ya move them hips and give me a show.”
Her eyes flashed with fury. “I am NOT going to fucking dance for you!” she spat, yanking against her restraints. “You’re insane! How dare you expect—”
He interrupted her with a laugh, cutting off her protest. “Oh, you will,” he said, leaning in close, his tone suddenly sinister. “I want a nice and slow belly dance. And every time you stop shakin’ them hips, I’m gonna tickle tickle until you start again. So you better move them like Shakira, darlin’!”
Karina’s face twisted in rage and embarrassment. “I don’t even know how to belly dance, you lunatic! And I’m tied up—how do you expect me to dance!”
His smile darkened, and he moved closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. “Well,” he said slowly, his fingers tracing a line along her exposed waist, “If you can’t dance, then I’ll just have to start ticklin’ you right now, won’t I? I know you can move those hips—I’ve seen you do it when I’m straddlin’ you, remember? So don’t play dumb, girl.”
Karina stayed silent as her heart pounded in her chest, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. She was trapped, and the only way out was to dance for him... or face the merciless tickling she knew he’d deliver.
Bo had brought along an old, beat-up radio, its sides scuffed and cracked from years of use. He set it down and cranked the volume, the speakers barely holding together as a twangy country song spilled out. The song filled the dingy room with a strange, unsettling vibe. He popped open a cold beer, leaning back in his rickety chair, taking a long, deliberate sip as his eyes stayed glued to Karina. With a low, mocking grin, he barked,“What you waitin’ for! Dance! Show me what ya got, girl!”
Karina tensed up as she took a deep gulp. She was really expected to dance for him while he just sat there drinking beer. With no other choice, she started to sway her hips from side to side. Her movements were stiff and uncertain at first, her body twisting uncomfortably as she tried to imitate the rhythm on the radio.
She paused, her movements faltering as the humiliation hit her full force. “Please, this is humiliating, don’t make me dance…” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Bo’s grin widened, dark amusement in his eyes. He leaned forward, his tone cold and mean. “I better see that belly of yours shaking and don’t even think about stoppin'. I ain't lettin' you off that easy.” His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, making it clear—she had no choice but to comply.
Karina tried to shake her stomach with clumsy desperation, jerking back and forth as she struggled to mimic a belly dance. Her bare stomach rippled with each awkward twist, the muscles contracting visibly, beads of sweat beginning to form on her exposed skin. She was undeniably beautiful—the light catching the soft curve of her waist, the way her toned belly tensed and rolled under her efforts—but her movements were awkward, uncoordinated.
"Come on, damn it! Move them hips like you mean it!" he bellowed, his voice rough with impatience and anger. He slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair, his face twisted in a cruel sneer.
Karina's panic grew with his yelling, realizing her desperate attempts weren't enough. The more she danced, the more ridiculous she felt, knowing it wasn’t working, that her clumsy movements were only making him angrier. As she continued to dance, her expression spoke louder than words—humiliated and angry, not a trace of a smile. It frustrated him. She couldn't play the part he wanted, too mortified to fake it.
This was exactly what he was waiting for, to Bo, it didn’t matter if she was dancing or not, he would find any reason to start tickling her again.
“Come on now, Mermaid. Smile like you’re enjoyin' it!” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. Then, without warning, he lunged forward and dug his fingers into her exposed ribs, sending a punishing, electric shock of ticklish panic through her.
Karina yelped, her body jerking violently against the restraints. The direct tickling on her ribs sent her back to yesterday, when he had mercilessly tormented her until she was breathless—she was still very much sore.
"Oh my God! NOOO! AHHH—STOP!!" she screamed, her body convulsing, laughter exploding out of her as she tried to twist away. But his fingers remained relentless, jabbing and prodding as he laughed above her, savoring every desperate twitch.
The sudden tickling made Karina squirm, each burst of sensation forcing her hips to shake harder, instinctually, as her body tried to cope with the relentless stimulation. “That’s it, darlin’! Keep those hips movin’!” he taunted, eyes alight with excitement as her awkward dance only grew more frantic under his control. "I got my own little Fergie belly right here!" He said, followed by immediately starting to squeeze her sides, pinching her soft tummy with relentless pressure, making her body jerk and squirm in desperate reaction.
Through her laughter and agony, Karina managed to choke out, "Please, Bo. PLEASEE STOPP! I can’t take it anymore! I’m begging you!" Her voice was a broken mess, each word punctuated by gasps of distress as the tickling tore through her, and she couldn’t help but squirm against the restraint, desperate for relief. "Y-you said you wouldn't tickle if I was dancing!"
He grinned cruelly. "Well, you ain't dancin' right, darlin'! Gotta make sure you're puttin' on a real show for me!" With that, his fingers shot up, finding her sensitive armpits, burrowing right back in to his favorite spot. He spider crawled into her soft skin, prodding and crawling over every inch of it, nothing stopping his relentless assault.
Karina screamed and screamed, her body jerking uncontrollably. "WAIT!! No fair, wait!!" she begged, panic in her voice. “Please, PLEASE not my armpits!! I’m dancing haha! I didn’t stop dancing!”
Karina's heart pounded as Bo's fingers were right back to their old game, digging into her armpits—her most unbearably ticklish spot. The touch was maddening, electric, and instantly made her shriek with helpless laughter. He knew exactly where to press, his fingers crawling like spiders over every inch of delicate skin, teasing without a hint of mercy.
He leaned in closer, his voice eager and loud. "Dance mermaid, dance!! I got me a whole lotta armpit real estate here!” He yelled as he rapidly spider crawled his fingers endlessly into her hollow armpit space, feeling a tiny amount of her sweat forming.
Karina’s scream tore from her throat, a high-pitched wail that echoed in the room. Her body twisted violently, every muscle straining against the ropes. "PLEASE NO!! NO NO NO!!!” she screamed, her voice cracked with desperate laughter. The armpit tickling was unbearable, her body shaking uncontrollably as he continued his merciless assault. She gasped between fits of laughter, “HAHA—oh my god!! PLEASE STOP!" but he just smiled, savoring her agony.
His fingers continued to dig mercilessly into her exposed armpits, the tips pressing firmly into the sensitive hollows, crawling and screwing around as much as he can. His rough fingers pinched and clawed at the delicate skin, relentlessly moving from one armpit to the other, never allowing her a moment's relief. Her laughter continued uncontrollably, her whole body thrashing, but his grip only tightened, pinning her in place as he continued his relentless, probing assault.
After a few, agonizing minutes, Bo's fingers slowed down and then stopped, leaving Karina breathless, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple as she stood with her arms still tied above her. She panted, her chest rising and falling, trying to steady herself.
“Please... please, Bo," Karina gasped, her voice trembling. "I can't... I can't take it, not in my armpits. It's too much!" She tugged helplessly at the ropes, her eyes wide with desperation. "I’ll do anything, just... don't do that again. Please, I’m begging you!" Her body shuddered at the thought of another round of torment, her nerves already frazzled from the relentless tickling.
Bo's grin widened, eyes dark with malice. "You think you can get away from it, huh? I can see it in your face, sweet thing, how much you hate it. But I love these little armpits of yours, every inch of 'em. Hell, I can't wait to lick 'em clean and taste all that sweet sweat again later." He stepped closer, his voice lowering to a menacing tone. "Maybe dancin' ain't your thing, but don't you worry, Karina. I’ve been dyin’ to try somethin' else with my pretty little mermaid here.”
Fear surged through Karina, more intense than ever. She was trapped, helpless, and terrified of what he might want next.
“W-what do you want from me?” Her voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I don’t know what you’re going to do, but please, I can’t… I can’t handle more of this. Please, no more!”
“Pipe down sweetheart. You act like someone’s harmin’ ya.” Out of nowhere, he began to draw his index finger into his mouth, his white-crusted tongue sticking out as it wet his finger. His eyes gleamed as he swirled his saliva around it, coating it thoroughly before pulling it out with a sickening, wet sound
He held it up in front of her face, his grin widening as he watched her reaction. "Ain’t that gross?" he drawled, the finger dripping slightly as it hovered in front of her. "Bet you don’t want none of that on ya. This here’s for the digging…"
Karina recoiled, her stomach turning as she tried to shrink away from the disgusting sight. "Eww!" she exclaimed, horrified. "What is wrong with you!?”
With a mocking chuckle, he coated his index finger again, leaving a fresh coat of thick saliva on his finger. She looked back at him with frightened anticipation, irritated that she had to stand there with his childish antics.
Karina’s heart pounded as she tried to make sense of his cryptic words. Digging? What the hell did he mean by that? Her eyes tracked his movements nervously as he brought his finger closer to her. The sight of it, glistening and dripping made her overwhelmed with fear, knowing he had something devious planned.
Her fear turned to confusion when she noticed his gaze lock onto her stomach again, a sinister grin curling on his lips. Before she could react, he lunged his index finger forward. What is he—?
And then she felt it.
A cold, slimy sensation pierced her belly button as his spit-soaked finger plunged inside. The horrifying realization hit her like a truck—this was what he meant by digging.
Not something metaphorical, clever, or even remotely justifiable. No, he meant it in the most literal and perverted way imaginable. He just wanted to actually dig his finger into her belly button of all places, like some grotesque little game only he found amusing.
“What the hell?! EWW EWW EWW NOOO !! OH MY GOD! Get out !! GET OUT OF THERE!" She yelled as loud as she could, scolding him like a child for this despicable act, “How dare you!!” The suddeness of this act sent her into a frenzy and she immediately screamed out in agony.
It wasn’t like when he licked her armpits, or ruthlessly tickled her stomach, this was unbearable in a more primitive, inhumane way.
It was intrusive.
The moment his finger entered her belly button, Karina’s entire body jolted. It was a sensation so strange, so foreign, that she couldn’t even begin to process it. It felt like her navel was opening, welcoming his dirty finger in against her will. The combination of the cold wetness from his saliva and the probing motion inside her belly button sent an instinctive shock through her core that made her hips jerk and her tummy convulse.
She had never imagined anyone could—or would—do something like this, and the realization made her outright disgusted. The thought of his spit touching her, mixing around in her bellybutton, was unbearable. She couldn’t believe he was actually driving his finger into her bellybutton of all places. The feeling was indescribable: It was as though he was picking on a nerve deep inside her navel she didn’t know she had, and now was diddling it endlessly, leaving her helpless against it.
Karina jerked violently against her restraints, her face flushed with anger and disgust. “Get it out, you sick freak! Oh God, it’s sinking into my skin! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” She was nearly hyperventilating now, her body convulsing as if she could shake off the sensation through sheer force of will.
Karina was always big germophobe, and this drove her absolutely insane. Having a finger prying around her belly button was invasive enough, but he just had to cover it with… spit. His saliva, thick and sticky, clung to her skin, pooling inside her bellybutton like some vile residue. The smell was putrid, and the idea of whatever bacteria swirled in his mouth now seeping deep into her navel made her mortified. She could practically feel the filth crawling on her skin.
Before she knew it, his finger was practically digging as deep as it can, twisting in slow, torturous, slimey circles right in her bellybutton. Her entire body jolted around violently as he purposefully continued to smear his spit around, making her feel as if it was now trapped inside her own body.
“Stop doing that!! Please!!” she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. “W-what is the meaning of this?! This is so disgusting! You pervert, g-get your finger OUT OF THERE!!!” It felt as if there was nowhere to squirm to, she was essentially stuck there as his finger continued to explore inside her bellybutton.
Knowing it was Bo’s saliva in her navel made it infinitely worse. She gagged as the mental image of his white, crusted tongue flashed in her mind, paired with the bitter, sour stench of his breath that clung to her senses like a toxin. He was filthy, the very embodiment of everything she avoided—unkempt, unhygienic, and unapologetically vile. She couldn’t stop picturing the bacteria in his spit, multiplying, spreading like an infection inside her bellybutton, turning her own body into a breeding ground for his grime.
His complete disregard for her horror was maddening, the lazy grin on his face telling her he reveled in her revulsion.“Stop smiling at me, you freak!” Karina snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “This is inhumane! You’re filthy!” She struggled harder against the restraints, her body seething with disgust while he continued prodding around her navel.
Each scolding word she spat at him, each desperate plea for him to stop, only earned her a low chuckle, as if her protests were nothing more than entertainment. He would simply continue to dig his finger deeper, his gaze dark with amusement, as if mocking her for ever thinking she could resist him. The way she jerked and squirmed was instinctive, as natural as a little girl pulling away from something slimy and wrong. She felt trapped, helpless, and violated, knowing he wasn’t going to stop—he was enjoying this too much.
“Stop it—oh my God, stop! What is wrong with you?!” Karina screamed, her voice frantic as she yanked against her restraints, her body twisting helplessly. “That’s enough already! You have to stop!! Pleeeease!” Her tone cracked, a mix of fury and disbelief.
Just then, Bo quickly pulled his finger from her bellybutton with a sickening squelch, the spit residue dripping down her lower abdomen. Without hesitation, he locked eyes with her as he brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion. Karina's face went pale with horror, her eyes wide in disbelief.
He closed his eyes, savoring the taste, and let out a soft hum of approval. “Mmm, tastes just like a hard working bellybutton! It’s got that girly, fresh-sweat taste.”
His grin widened, and his voice took on a scheming, manipulative edge. “Y’know, they say if you dig your finger deep in a mermaid’s bellybutton long enough, she just might release some of that sweet, rare bellybutton honey.” He paused, licking his lips for effect. “It’s going to take a lot of digging, but I aim to get every last drop of that special bellybutton honey you got for me!”
“You’re crazy!” Karina screamed, her voice shaking with panic. “Why on earth are you trying to taste what’s in my navel?? That is just so gross! Don’t you DARE DO THAT AGAIN!! I am so mad at you right now.”
But her words seemed to bounce off him, meaningless against the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were still locked onto her bellybutton, now slightly stretched and reddened, glistening with his dripping saliva as he continued to suck on and taste her girly flavor on his finger.
Bo had been patient. He’d spent the first day taking his time, savoring every ticklish inch of her—especially her armpits, where her reactions had been a thrill to watch. But through all the laughs and squirms, he’d held back, reserving his other favorite spot for the right moment. Her belly button had been his secret prize, something he wanted to save for a special occasion, knowing the anticipation would make it even sweeter.
Bo’s fascination with a woman's belly button had been a secret obsession for as long as he could remember. Each one was different—some shallow, others deep—but all of them held a strange, magnetic allure for him. There was just something about seeing a belly button so perfect that made him want to ruin it, to make it squirm under his touch. He’d always had this itch, a deep-seated urge to go digging and exploring in an unwanting woman’s belly button, and he’d always wonder what it would be like to have one all to himself. To tease, to torment, to find out just how sensitive it could be. Most of all, he wanted to get a taste of a woman’s belly button and get to know its true essence. He imagined it as the perfect pastime, an obsession he’d never get over, and now, with Karina helpless before him, he finally had his chance.
Karina was absolutely mortified. She stood there, frozen in disbelief, watching as he sucked on the very finger he had just violated her bellybutton with. The realization hit her like a wave: he had done all of that just to taste her, to savor her bellybutton’s flavor like some twisted freak. Her anger boiled under the surface, but it was overwhelmed by a creeping embarrassment and fear. The way he seemed to relish it, his eyes narrowing in pleasure, sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t shake the horrifying thought that he might not stop—that he’d dig in her bellybutton again, tasting and tormenting her as if this was only the beginning.
He then pulled his finger from his mouth with an audible pop, licking his lips like he’d just tasted something divine. “Well now,” he drawled, his Southern twang thick with smugness, “looks like the taste is all gone. Guess that means it’s time to dig again and get me some more.”
Karina’s heart sank as she watched him casually bring his finger back to his mouth, deliberately rewetting it with a loud, wet slurp. The thick sheen of saliva clung to his finger, glistening obscenely as he pulled it free, and she could see it drip onto the floor once again. She knew what was coming next—he was about to jam it right back into her bellybutton, soaking it with that disgusting, slimy saliva. She couldn't bear the thought of it—his gross saliva oozing back in, invading her skin.
"Oh my god, NO! No no no—what is wrong with you?!” she shrieked, thrashing against her restraints. “Please, PLEASE get that away from me! Not again!” Her voice cracked with desperation, the thought of that spit-covered finger invading her again making her shudder. But as she looked at him, she realized he was still prepping his finger with saliva for the next round. “Stop putting more spit on it! I hate it!!” She yelled, her final plea to him.
But he just chuckled low and slow, his grin wide and lazy. “Aw, now don’t get your fins in a twist, darlin’,” he teased. “I like seein’ you all grossed out—it’s real cute. Got myself a little mermaid to annoy, and I reckon I’m enjoyin’ it plenty.” With a deliberate smirk, he dragged the glistening finger toward her bellybutton, his movements slow enough to let her dread every second of what was coming next.
“This is so disgusting! I’m a grown woman—I shouldn’t have to deal with this!! Not the belly button, please !”
Bo loomed over her, as he hovered his finger near her navel, his intent clear.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, as if her torment was the highlight of his day.
“NO!! I’m not ready!” Karina snapped, her voice shaking with both panic and frustration. “I’d never be ready for this! This is so WEIRD!!” Her face burned with humiliation as she tried to squirm free, her pleas growing desperate. “Bo, please change your mind! This is so gross!”
Bo’s grin widened, wicked and full of mischief. His Southern drawl oozed cruelty as he leaned closer. “This right here, darlin’? This is what I call a wet willy,” he said, displaying his damp finger slightly for emphasis. “And your sweet little mermaid bellybutton? It’s always gonna be subject to ‘em. Anytime I feel like it, I’ll just—” Without warning, his finger plunged back into her navel, wetter and more invasive than before. “—do this. Ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.”
“Ewwww! Stop it!” Karina shrieked, her whole body jolting in protest. She twisted in her restraints, trying to pull away from his relentless assault. “She groaned, her face red with frustration and embarrassment. “Wet willies aren’t even for belly buttons! They’re for—” Her words dissolved into a squeal of laughter as his finger continuously picked around inside her navel, sending an uncomfortable jolt through her.
Her outburst only seemed to amuse him more. “Nah, my wet willies are for mermaid belly buttons. I think it’s downright genius,” he teased, the smugness dripping from every word.
“Bo! Stop it, I mean it!” she gasped, caught between laughter and discomfort, unable to break free from his twisted idea of fun.
Karina’s initial shock from the horrendous act only lasted so long. The sheer invasion, the slimy sensation of his spit, had paralyzed her with disgust at first. But then, just like when his tongue had explored her armpit, something else started to happen. The repetitive nature of his touch, the deliberate way his finger twisted and prodded, began to elicit an entirely different reaction.
It tickled.
More than she ever thought possible.
Her eyes widened in realization as she felt the sensation sharpen, his focus no longer random but targeted. He wasn’t just poking or twisting mindlessly. No, he was deliberately zeroing in on that soft, hypersensitive bulb deep in her bellybutton—a spot she’d never imagined could be so reactive. He would jam his finger right over it and start diddling it around, electrifying her nerves without mercy. His movements were precise, teasing, almost cruel in their purpose, and it sent shocks of ticklish agony radiating through her core.
“Stop! Hahaha—no, please! HAH! Oh God!” she screamed, her voice breaking into uncontrollable laughter as her body writhed against her restraints. The disgust she had felt moments ago was rapidly replaced with frantic desperation. The relentless sensation overwhelmed her, her mind a chaotic mix of panic and unbearable ticklishness as she struggled to wiggle away from his maddening touch.
“Get off! Hahaha—STOP!” she shrieked, thrashing as much as her bound limbs would allow. But no matter what she did, his finger stayed there, teasing, pressing, and picking on her little bellybutton bulb without mercy. Tears pricked her eyes as her laughter turned frantic, her body jerking violently in a futile attempt to escape. “You’re driving me—hahaha—insane! Stop it, please!”
But Bo was too preoccupied to listen. It was as though he was in a trance, completely mesmerized with her belly button and how he can freely prod around in it with no limitation.
He knew this would drive her crazy. No woman, especially someone as composed and elegant as Karina, would ever want a finger prying around in their bellybutton. It was a spot too intimate, too oddly primitive—a place she never expected to be invaded. And that’s exactly why he did it. The thought of forcing his wet finger into such a feminine and personal spot on Karina only made his grin widen. Not able to do anything, Karina could only scream. She felt almost ridiculous as a grown woman, being dressed up like a mermaid and being reduced to begging this man to stop sticking his wet finger into her navel.
"Look how much this little mermaid loves my wet willies!" he purred, his voice dripping with menace. "I've always wanted a perfect, DEEP little belly button to pick inside and mess with!” As he boldly said the word ‘deep’, he deliberately pressed his finger deeper into her navel and picked around inside of it, watching her squirm. "Bet you hate this, don't ya?" His words were cold, taunting, as he diddled his finger around more and more, savoring her discomfort.
“EWW NOO! Please!! HAHA—UGH—Stop doing that!! P-PL-LEASE STOP!" she screamed, her voice breaking as the coldness of his saliva-soaked finger sent a shudder down her spine. Every dig and wet swirl of his finger felt like electricity shocking her over and over and she just couldn’t take it.
But he didn’t stop. He only smiled and continued to swirl his finger and flick the sensitive nerve she hid deep in her bellybutton, watching her squirm and scream in vain. Her body twisted and jerked, the cold saliva seeping deeper with every movement. She couldn’t stop squirming from his touch, couldn’t escape from his cruel attention.
He took his time, enjoying his new hobby with Karina’s belly button. Every few minutes or so, he’d bring his finger back to give it a taste, only to re-wet it with spit and go back in repeatedly. He did this quite a few times, leaving Karina desperate for a break.
After a few agonizing wet willy rounds, Bo finally pulled his finger away from her bellybutton, leaving Karina gasping for breath, her skin tingling from the sensation. Sweat glistened on her brow, and her face twisted with disgust and anger.
"That was absolutely disgusting!" she yelled, her voice shaking with a mix of fury and disbelief. "Why would you do that?! I can’t believe you just kept putting your finger in my belly button like that—it was so gross! Don’t fucking do that again!" Her eyes burned with a fierce anger, but the helplessness in her voice betrayed her panic.
But Bo only chuckled, wiping his damp finger on his shirt as if savoring the moment. His eyes shone with a kind of wild delight. “Oh, darlin’, you have no idea,” he said, his voice dropping to a slow, almost tender drawl. “I think I’ve found my new favorite thing. Your little innie—it's like it was made for me to mess with. I could spend all day in there.”
Karina’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as his words sunk in, the horror building with every second. Bo grinned, his expression turning dark and determined.
“In fact,” Bo said, pausing for dramatic effect, “how about we go for... oh, I dunno... another 30 minutes straight? Right there.” His finger hovered menacingly over her belly button, the spot he’d been relentlessly tormenting.
Karina’s eyes widened in panic, her breath hitching as the full weight of his words sank in. He wasn’t joking—he never was. “No—NO!! I don’t want your dirty fucking spit finger anywhere near my belly button! You are so gross!!” she snapped, her voice cracking with both anger and disgust.
Bo’s smirk only deepened, clearly enjoying her outburst.
She writhed in her seat, glaring at him. “Wipe your spit off of my stomach now!” she demanded, her tone sharp and furious.
“Oh, you want me to clean it off?” Bo replied, leaning closer, his voice mockingly sweet. “Give it a little wax and shine?”
Karina groaned, her frustration bubbling over. “Whatever you need to do to get that stuff out of my belly button, just do it already!”
Bo chuckled darkly, reaching into his pocket. “Well, darlin’,” he said slowly, drawing out each word as he reached behind him, “lucky for you, I came prepared.” With a flourish, he pulled out a Q-tip from his back pocket, holding it up like a prize. He twirled the Q-tip between his fingers, his grin spreading as he watched the terror flood her face. Karina’s heart sank as she realized he wasn’t done with her yet.
"Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" she stammered, trying to sound braver than she felt. A Q-tip seemed harmless enough—how bad could it be?
Just then, he brought it to his ear, slowly inserting it, and began to clean. His smile widened as he twisted the Q-tip with deliberate care, savoring the moment. When he pulled it out, the tip was stained with a thick, brown smear of wax and grime. He held it out for her to see, almost like it was a trophy.
Karina began to shudder in horror, remembering how he had flaunted his wet finger in front of her just before plunging it into her bellybutton. Now, he was holding the filthy Q-tip in the same way, displaying it with that same unsettling grin. Her face paled as she realized what he might be planning.
"Oh my god, don't you even think about it! NO!!" she screamed, backing away as far as her restraints would allow, her eyes wide with terror.
“YOU CAN’T PUT YOUR NASTY EARWAX IN MY BELLY BUTTON!!” Karina shrieked, her voice erupting in sheer panic. The thought truly disgusted her. She was already sickened by the idea of his spit defiling her skin, but earwax? The sheer audacity and filth of it made her want to scream louder, to claw herself free from her restraints.
Bo’s grin only deepened as he stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he drawled. “You said to get that stuff out. I’m just doin’ what you asked. Wax and shine, remember?”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT, YOU FREAKY PERVERT!” she screamed, her voice raw with anger and fear. “GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!”
But her words only seemed to amuse him further. He chuckled darkly, twirling the Q-tip with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer.
She writhed against her restraints, trying desperately to move away. The straps held her tight, leaving her helpless. The best she could manage was to twist her body, turning her belly as far from his approaching hand as possible.
Amused by her squirming, his smug grin widened as he declared, “Thirty minutes starts now, little mermaid.” Before Karina could scream another protest, he plunged it into her bellybutton, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of her horror.
What followed was pure, unrelenting torment.
Every second was a new form of hell. The Q-tip felt endless, scraping and probing, sending jolts of ticklish agony through her body. The Q-tip’s soaked cotton squelched audibly as it twisted deeper into her delicate crevice, its dampness carrying remnants of saliva and wax that clung to her skin like an invisible brand. The feeling was unbearable, a nauseating invasion that disgusted and angered Karina. Her worst nightmare had come to life, and the realization sent a fresh wave of panic through her.
“GET IT OUTT! You monster!!” she shrieked, her voice high and frantic. “There’s your fucking wax in there! It’s FILTHY! You’re disgusting—STOP!” Her words broke as her body thrashed against the restraints, trying desperately to escape the unbearable sensation. The thought of anything being stuck inside her bellybutton, let alone something coated in spit and wax, made her head spin with revulsion.
The minutes stretched into eternity, each one dragging her deeper into a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Karina’s head spun as she realized this had gone far beyond thirty minutes. But Bo wasn’t stopping—if anything, he seemed more energized, more thrilled with every passing second.
“Please,” she begged, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. “It’s been more than thirty minutes—just stop! Please!”
Bo didn’t answer, didn’t even pause. His grin stayed fixed as he continued twisting the filthy Q-tip with sickening precision. The gunky wax mixed with spit clung to her skin, sticky and slimy in a way that made her tummy quiver. Worst of all, it was smeared deep inside her bellybutton—a spot she’d never even thought about, now turned into the focus of this vile torment. She squirmed harder, horrified by the thought of the grime festering there, impossible to clean.
Bo finally chuckled, his Southern drawl thick with mockery. “You should be thankin’ me!” he said, twisting the Q-tip once more. “I’m just cleanin’ this here bellybutton!”
Karina’s face twisted in fury and disgust, her voice rising as she lashed out. “Thanking you? Are you insane?! You’re smearing your fucking earwax and spit in my bellybutton, you sick freak! Stop it—just STOP!”
Karina’s prayers were finally answered as Bo, grinning with twisted satisfaction, slowly pulled the Q-tip out of her bellybutton. A sticky, gooey string of filth clung to the tip, stretching unnervingly before snapping free. The remaining gunk pooled in her bellybutton, a slimy, glistening mess that clung to the sides of her navel, as if it were refusing to leave. Though her belly button was now coated with gunk, she was still relieved that it seemed like he was finishing upz
He leaned in closer, his tone slow and deliberate. “You know what, darlin’? From now on, you never need to clean your dirty little bellybutton again. I’ll be doin’ that for you. Every. Single. Day.”
Karina’s jaw dropped in horror, a disgusted scoff escaping her lips. “Are you serious?! That’s beyond disgusting! I don’t need you picking around in my navel, let alone every day! That’s insane!” she snapped, her voice shaking with revulsion and frustration.
"Your bellybutton’s been neglected for far too long, sweetheart. This is just a little... maintenance. I’m gonna make sure every inch of my little mermaid is spotless, especially where all that filth hides. You wouldn’t want to be unhygienic, now, would you?"
Karina's face twisted in disgust, her body trembling with anger and fear. "UNHYGENIC?!" she spat, her voice rising. "Nothing about this is hygienic! You are the grossest, most disgusting man I’ve ever met!"
Karina’s heart pounded in her chest as his words sank in. She had been hoping this was just some creepy way to harrass her but now, hearing his cruel words, the terror settled in. This wasn’t just a one-time thing—this could very well become his daily ritual.
Bo wasn’t the kind of man to stop once he found something that worked. No, he’d enjoy watching her squirm, savoring every moment as he cleaned her, violated her, all under the guise of "maintenance." The thought of him returning to her over and over, each time more determined than the last, made her cower in fear of her captor.
Karina’s voice trembled with a mix of desperation and anger. “This has got to stop, Bo! This is enough already! You can’t just keep me tied up here while you do... whatever this is!” Her eyes welled with tears as panic surged through her. "They’re looking for me! I need to get back home!"
Bo’s expression darkened, his grin turning into a tight, angry sneer as he stepped closer. “My little mermaid ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he growled, his voice dripping with menace. “Whose bellybutton am I gonna mess with if you ain’t here? Who’s armpits am I gonna lick?”
“NOBODY’S!” Karina shot back, her voice filled with outrage. “You shouldn’t be messing with anybody’s bellybutton or licking anyone’s armpits!” She recoiled, her face twisted in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she spat, her body tense with anger.
Instead of responding, Bo’s grip tightened on her hips as he leaned in closer. His face lowered, and his gaze locked on her stomach, a twisted possessiveness in his eyes. Bo’s lips pressed against her lower belly, planting soft, slow kisses, one after the other. His eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction as he continued, treating her skin like a precious object to be worshipped.With a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed his lips against her lower belly, the first kiss soft but full of intention. His lips lingered, pressing gently but repeatedly, an eerie sense of intimacy as if he was trying to be romantic.
Karina tried sucking her belly in, anything to get away from him. “Stop kissing my stomach!” she snapped, her voice edged with panic. “Ugh, that’s starting to tickle! Come on, stop it!” She squirmed, helpless in her restraints, desperately trying to pull away from the uninvited affection that felt more like a twisted act of possession than anything romantic.
After a few more kisses, Bo finally pulled back, his grin widening as he admired his work. "Alright, little mermaid," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "You’ve worked hard this morning. Hell, would ya look at that—it’s already afternoon." He paused, letting the silence hang between them, before his eyes gleamed with a new idea. "How 'bout I fix you some food? It’ll be like our first date."
Bo grinned even wider, his eyes glinting with a strange satisfaction. "I’m gonna make you my girlfriend, just you wait, doll."
Karina froze. Your... girlfriend? The thought sent a cold wave of dread rushing through her, making her stomach twist uncomfortably. She could barely process what he said, but the words hung in the air like a heavy weight. She struggled to push the thought aside, the idea of being trapped in this twisted fantasy of his filling her with even more fear.
"I’m really hungry," she said, the words coming out in a desperate whisper, "just—just make the food, please." She barely registered what she was saying anymore, all she could focus on was the gnawing emptiness inside her.
Bo gave her a sly grin, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Alright, I’ll make you some food,” he said casually, wiping his hands together. “But first, I just gotta wrap up the wax ‘n shine here first.” His tone was almost too calm, like he was in control of every moment. “Time to get me the rest of my belly button honey!”
Before she could even react, he dived right back into her innie. She was she was shocked, as it wasn’t his finger diving back in this time—it was his entire face. His tongue swiftly entered into her navel, wiggling around slimely, and trying to get deep in to scoop out the remaining gunk.
Karina flailed and thrashed around desperately, screaming and yelling in disgust. “AHAHAHA! No wait! Get away from there! AHAHAHAHA! That... AHAHAH! That feels terrible! Stop it, stop! AHAHHAHA!!” She tried bucking him off, but his face was essentially glued onto her stomach.
Bo’s tongue continued its slow, maddening journey, flicking at the base of Karina's bellybutton with an unsettling patience. His face was so close, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, mixing with the sickening sensation of his relentless licking. Each flick of his tongue felt like a cold, clammy intrusion, his saliva seeping into the small, intimate spot as if he had all the time in the world.
Her voice cracked with desperate laughter, her body jerking against the restraints as she fought to escape the torment. The sensation of his wet tongue moving around her sensitive bellybutton was unbearable. It was as if he was savoring each second, each horrifying stroke, completely indifferent to the agony it caused her.
Karina twisted helplessly, every fiber of her being screaming for release, but Bo’s grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place. His tongue circled around her bellybutton again, almost leisurely, as if savoring her suffering. The slick warmth of his tongue made her skin crawl, and he would wiggle it around as if it were alive.
After a long, grueling morning, Karina's body felt limp and her mind was on the verge of breaking. Every inch of her was sore, exhausted from the twisted routine that had become her nightmare. Her skin still tingled with the aftereffects of his tickle torment, and she couldn’t escape the feeling of being trapped in his grip. All she wanted was to be rescued, to escape the suffocating grip of this nightmarish reality, and return home—far away from this madness. Her eyes flickered with a desperate hope, but deep down, she knew her nightmare wasn’t over yet.
With a final tug, Bo loosened the ropes that bound her wrists, his smirk never fading. She finally brought her arms down, her legs shaky from the hours of being restrained. "Come on, princess," he sneered, guiding her with an almost casual grip toward the dining room.
She shuffled along, too drained to resist. He shoved her into the chair at the table, making sure she was seated before turning on his heel. Without a word, he disappeared into the kitchen, the clattering of pots and pans echoing in the distance. Karina sat there, her mind still racing from the events of the morning, she wondered if this could get any worse.
DISCLAIMER: This story is pure fantasy and meant for entertainment purposes only. Some parts might get a bit dark, and I want to be clear—I do NOT support or endorse non-consensual tickling, kidnapping, or any kind of real-life harm. It's all fictional, so please take it as such. Don't feel bad reading, it's all just made up!
Here's the link to part 1 of the story: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threa...pperbody-kidnapping-dark.442810/#post-5792188
Hope you enjoy, and if there’s one thing I ask, please share your thoughts on the story!
The Southern Mermaid Part 2
Karina woke up, still in her bra and panties, to find him right there, staring at her with an unsettling intensity. The predatory gleam in his eyes made her skin crawl.
She felt the familiar tingle of anxiety as she turned her head to find him watching her for god knows how long.
“Rise and shine, darlin’,” he drawled, stretching his arms lazily. “I’ve got plans for you today.”
Before she could protest, he untied her and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm as he led her to a small, makeshift bathroom. “You’re gonna need to clean up a bit,” he said, his tone disturbingly cheerful. “Can’t have my little mermaid lookin’ all rough and tumble now, can we?”
She shot him a glare, trying to muster whatever defiance she had left. “I’m not your mermaid, and you need to stop looking at me like that!” Her voice was shaky but firm, but inside, she felt the familiar panic rising
Before she could could say anything else, he untied her and grabbed her wrist, his grip firm as he led her to a small, makeshift bathroom.
Karina was immediately hit by the overpowering stench of sour body odor that clung to the air like a thick fog in this room. The rustic surroundings were grimy, and the tub was practically falling apart, with patches of mildew and grime that made her skin crawl. She felt a wave of disgust wash over her; there was no way she could ever bring herself to bathe in such a filthy place.
She noticed he wasn’t leaving after he led her to the tub. Instead, he took a chair from the corner and sat down, propping his feet up casually as he made himself comfortable. He was just… waiting there for her to get undressed, what little clothes she even had, and the thought made her blood boil.
“Are you serious?” Karina finally exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and annoyance. “You can’t just sit there and watch me bathe! Give a girl her privacy!”
“Now, don’t be shy, sugar,” he replied with a twisted grin. “Ain’t nothin’ wrong with admirin’ what I’ve got right in front of me.” By his tone, it was clear he wasn’t going anywhere.
He got up and he stepped closer, a sinister glint in his eye as he reached over to remove her bra.
“I can do that myself!” she snapped, stepping back to assert some semblance of control. She turned away and slipped into the tub.
The water was warm, but it felt more like a trap than comfort. It was murky, the surface speckled with grime, making every movement in the tub feel disgusting. Karina’s skin crawled as the slick water clung to her, and she quickly grabbed the soap, lathering it over her body with frantic haste. The sooner she could get her clothes back on, the better—but as she glanced over her shoulder, she realized he was still sitting there, practically drooling over her as if he was watching the greatest show of all time.
Bo's eyes were glued to her, ogling every inch of her exposed skin with a perverse fascination. There was a sick sort of awe in his gaze, as if he couldn’t believe his luck, drinking in every curve and movement. It was clear he was enjoying himself far too much, and the intensity of his stare made her feel even more exposed and angered, trapped under his invasive gaze.
“Could you not stare at me while I’m naked?” she snapped, feeling vulnerable and embarassed as she tried to shield herself with her arms. “It’s really creepy!”
“Hey, you’re lucky I ain’t ticklin’ ya while you bathe!” he said with a smirk, leaning forward slightly. “I could easily join you in that tub if I wanted to. Maybe I should, huh?”
Karina rolled her eyes, trying to brush off his words. Ignoring him felt like the only option, but deep down, she knew that nothing she said would change his mind. She focused on the tub, her heart racing as she tried to drown out his presence.
“Now listen here, darlin’, I want those armpits to be nice and clean,” he said with a sly grin. “Ain’t nothin’ better than lickin’ a fresh little mermaid, you know? So make sure you scrub ‘em real good. And trust me, I’ll be checkin’!”
A shiver of revulsion coursed through her at his words, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks. “You’re just disgusting! I can’t even believe you want to do that!
As Karina finished up with her bath, she suddenly heard a tug at her side. Startled, she turned to see him snatching her bra and panties from where she had left them, his expression a mix of mischief and desire.
“What are you doing? Give them back!” she scolded, anger and embarrassment flooding her voice.
“Oh, you won’t be needin’ these,” he said, a creepy grin spreading across his face as he brought the fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply as if savoring the scent. “I’ve got you a perfect outfit to wear instead.”
Her heart dropped when she saw him pull out a raggedy, skimpy, homemade bra crafted from starfish and string. It was degrading, a mockery of the sophisticated woman she used to be—now expected to wear what was supposed to be some kind of mermaid outfit.
It was hardly an outfit at all— it looked like it was barely holding together, tied by the flimsiest strings.
Karina’s eyes widened, a look of revulsion flashing across her face as she took in the outfit. "No… No way,” she spat, her voice sharp with disgust,
He chuckled, low and rough. “Oh, I think ya will, darlin’,” he drawled, stepping closer. “Made it just for you, so you can be my little mermaid.”
“Give me my clothes back!” Karina yelled, her voice sharp and furious as she strained against the ropes.
Bo just chuckled, shaking his head slowly. “Oh, now, I can’t be doin’ that, darlin’,” he drawled, grinning with a dark pleasure. “I need them clothes for… sniffin’ on, ya see? Ain’t every day I get somethin’ that smells so sweet.” He held up the flimsy mermaid outfit, letting it dangle infront of her.
The sight of the absurdly revealing outfit made her stomach churn as she stared at it in horror. “You can’t be serious! I’m not wearing that!” she protested, anger flooding her voice. “It’s too revealing, you must be out of your mind!”
He stepped closer, his expression darkening slightly. “Oh, you will wear it, darlin’,” he said, his tone low and threatening. “It’s this or nothin’ at all,” he continued, “So go on, honey. Put it on… Unless you’re plannin’ to keep me company in the nude.” His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction as he hungrily fixated his stare on her perfectly toned midriff.
Karina took a long, steadying breath, her shoulders tense as she stared at the flimsy mermaid costume in his hands. The whole situation was surreal—this man’s fixation on tickling her, and now he wanted her to wear this ridiculous excuse for an outfit. It was maddening, and despite her dignity, despite everything she prided herself on, she realized there was no reasoning with him. He wasn’t going to stop. She was stuck in his twisted game.
“Ugh!” she huffed, snatching the outfit from him with a glare. “I am so sick of this! You’re such a pervert!” She held the fabric tightly, her eyes still defiant even as she prepared to go along with his bizarre demand.
Karina reluctantly dried off and pulled on the raggedy mermaid outfit, feeling humiliated with every piece she fastened. It left most of her smooth skin exposed, and she hated the way it made her look so vulnerable. Before she could even take a breath, he dragged her back to the main room, pushing her towards these ropes dangling from the ceiling.
“W-wait, not again!” she pleaded, panic creeping into her voice as she saw him reach for the restraints. “I put on the outfit! You don’t need to tie me up!”
Ignoring her, he forced her wrists above her head and bound them tightly to the ropes. She pulled and twisted, but the knots were secure, leaving her dangling helplessly in front of him.
Stepping back, he looked her up and down, admiring how exposed and helpless she looked, the costume barely covering her. His eyes roamed her body, focusing on the exposed curves of her hips, the bare skin of her belly, and her vulnerable, raised arms.
“Well, look at you, Karina," he drawled, his voice thick with a mocking Southern twang. “Now you really do look like a little mermaid!” he said, his voice filled with twisted delight. “This little outfit lets me get to those ticklish spots even easier—your belly, your sides, and those helpless armpits of yours. There’s nothin’ to protect ya now.” He reached out and started wiggling his fingertips just inches from her exposed ribcage to scare her.
Karina's eyes widened in panic as she saw him approaching, his fingers wiggling in closer and closer. Her body tensed, instinctively pulling against the restraints, knowing all too well what was coming. Memories of the relentless torment from the yesterday rushed back—how he wouldn't stop tickling, how he exploited every sensitive spot without a shred of mercy. Her breath quickened, and a pleading look flashed in her eyes.
"Please," she stammered, her voice shaky and desperate. "I... I just woke up! Please, not again!"
But her words barely seemed to register as he moved closer, his grin widening.
He paused for a moment, thinking of a new idea as his gaze roamed up and down her squirming, helpless body.
He snorted, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Don’t you worry, sweetie," he said, his tone dripping with malice, "The ticklin' will come soon enough, but first, I want you to start actin' like a real mermaid!” She instantly froze as he continued to explain. “Mermaids are supposed to dance and sing, ain't they?” he sneered. “So come on now, darlin'. Let’s see ya move them hips and give me a show.”
Her eyes flashed with fury. “I am NOT going to fucking dance for you!” she spat, yanking against her restraints. “You’re insane! How dare you expect—”
He interrupted her with a laugh, cutting off her protest. “Oh, you will,” he said, leaning in close, his tone suddenly sinister. “I want a nice and slow belly dance. And every time you stop shakin’ them hips, I’m gonna tickle tickle until you start again. So you better move them like Shakira, darlin’!”
Karina’s face twisted in rage and embarrassment. “I don’t even know how to belly dance, you lunatic! And I’m tied up—how do you expect me to dance!”
His smile darkened, and he moved closer, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous edge. “Well,” he said slowly, his fingers tracing a line along her exposed waist, “If you can’t dance, then I’ll just have to start ticklin’ you right now, won’t I? I know you can move those hips—I’ve seen you do it when I’m straddlin’ you, remember? So don’t play dumb, girl.”
Karina stayed silent as her heart pounded in her chest, realizing he wasn’t going to let this go. She was trapped, and the only way out was to dance for him... or face the merciless tickling she knew he’d deliver.
Bo had brought along an old, beat-up radio, its sides scuffed and cracked from years of use. He set it down and cranked the volume, the speakers barely holding together as a twangy country song spilled out. The song filled the dingy room with a strange, unsettling vibe. He popped open a cold beer, leaning back in his rickety chair, taking a long, deliberate sip as his eyes stayed glued to Karina. With a low, mocking grin, he barked,“What you waitin’ for! Dance! Show me what ya got, girl!”
Karina tensed up as she took a deep gulp. She was really expected to dance for him while he just sat there drinking beer. With no other choice, she started to sway her hips from side to side. Her movements were stiff and uncertain at first, her body twisting uncomfortably as she tried to imitate the rhythm on the radio.
She paused, her movements faltering as the humiliation hit her full force. “Please, this is humiliating, don’t make me dance…” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
Bo’s grin widened, dark amusement in his eyes. He leaned forward, his tone cold and mean. “I better see that belly of yours shaking and don’t even think about stoppin'. I ain't lettin' you off that easy.” His eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction, making it clear—she had no choice but to comply.
Karina tried to shake her stomach with clumsy desperation, jerking back and forth as she struggled to mimic a belly dance. Her bare stomach rippled with each awkward twist, the muscles contracting visibly, beads of sweat beginning to form on her exposed skin. She was undeniably beautiful—the light catching the soft curve of her waist, the way her toned belly tensed and rolled under her efforts—but her movements were awkward, uncoordinated.
"Come on, damn it! Move them hips like you mean it!" he bellowed, his voice rough with impatience and anger. He slammed his hand down on the arm of his chair, his face twisted in a cruel sneer.
Karina's panic grew with his yelling, realizing her desperate attempts weren't enough. The more she danced, the more ridiculous she felt, knowing it wasn’t working, that her clumsy movements were only making him angrier. As she continued to dance, her expression spoke louder than words—humiliated and angry, not a trace of a smile. It frustrated him. She couldn't play the part he wanted, too mortified to fake it.
This was exactly what he was waiting for, to Bo, it didn’t matter if she was dancing or not, he would find any reason to start tickling her again.
“Come on now, Mermaid. Smile like you’re enjoyin' it!” he ordered, his voice rough and taunting. Then, without warning, he lunged forward and dug his fingers into her exposed ribs, sending a punishing, electric shock of ticklish panic through her.
Karina yelped, her body jerking violently against the restraints. The direct tickling on her ribs sent her back to yesterday, when he had mercilessly tormented her until she was breathless—she was still very much sore.
"Oh my God! NOOO! AHHH—STOP!!" she screamed, her body convulsing, laughter exploding out of her as she tried to twist away. But his fingers remained relentless, jabbing and prodding as he laughed above her, savoring every desperate twitch.
The sudden tickling made Karina squirm, each burst of sensation forcing her hips to shake harder, instinctually, as her body tried to cope with the relentless stimulation. “That’s it, darlin’! Keep those hips movin’!” he taunted, eyes alight with excitement as her awkward dance only grew more frantic under his control. "I got my own little Fergie belly right here!" He said, followed by immediately starting to squeeze her sides, pinching her soft tummy with relentless pressure, making her body jerk and squirm in desperate reaction.
Through her laughter and agony, Karina managed to choke out, "Please, Bo. PLEASEE STOPP! I can’t take it anymore! I’m begging you!" Her voice was a broken mess, each word punctuated by gasps of distress as the tickling tore through her, and she couldn’t help but squirm against the restraint, desperate for relief. "Y-you said you wouldn't tickle if I was dancing!"
He grinned cruelly. "Well, you ain't dancin' right, darlin'! Gotta make sure you're puttin' on a real show for me!" With that, his fingers shot up, finding her sensitive armpits, burrowing right back in to his favorite spot. He spider crawled into her soft skin, prodding and crawling over every inch of it, nothing stopping his relentless assault.
Karina screamed and screamed, her body jerking uncontrollably. "WAIT!! No fair, wait!!" she begged, panic in her voice. “Please, PLEASE not my armpits!! I’m dancing haha! I didn’t stop dancing!”
Karina's heart pounded as Bo's fingers were right back to their old game, digging into her armpits—her most unbearably ticklish spot. The touch was maddening, electric, and instantly made her shriek with helpless laughter. He knew exactly where to press, his fingers crawling like spiders over every inch of delicate skin, teasing without a hint of mercy.
He leaned in closer, his voice eager and loud. "Dance mermaid, dance!! I got me a whole lotta armpit real estate here!” He yelled as he rapidly spider crawled his fingers endlessly into her hollow armpit space, feeling a tiny amount of her sweat forming.
Karina’s scream tore from her throat, a high-pitched wail that echoed in the room. Her body twisted violently, every muscle straining against the ropes. "PLEASE NO!! NO NO NO!!!” she screamed, her voice cracked with desperate laughter. The armpit tickling was unbearable, her body shaking uncontrollably as he continued his merciless assault. She gasped between fits of laughter, “HAHA—oh my god!! PLEASE STOP!" but he just smiled, savoring her agony.
His fingers continued to dig mercilessly into her exposed armpits, the tips pressing firmly into the sensitive hollows, crawling and screwing around as much as he can. His rough fingers pinched and clawed at the delicate skin, relentlessly moving from one armpit to the other, never allowing her a moment's relief. Her laughter continued uncontrollably, her whole body thrashing, but his grip only tightened, pinning her in place as he continued his relentless, probing assault.
After a few, agonizing minutes, Bo's fingers slowed down and then stopped, leaving Karina breathless, a bead of sweat trickling down her temple as she stood with her arms still tied above her. She panted, her chest rising and falling, trying to steady herself.
“Please... please, Bo," Karina gasped, her voice trembling. "I can't... I can't take it, not in my armpits. It's too much!" She tugged helplessly at the ropes, her eyes wide with desperation. "I’ll do anything, just... don't do that again. Please, I’m begging you!" Her body shuddered at the thought of another round of torment, her nerves already frazzled from the relentless tickling.
Bo's grin widened, eyes dark with malice. "You think you can get away from it, huh? I can see it in your face, sweet thing, how much you hate it. But I love these little armpits of yours, every inch of 'em. Hell, I can't wait to lick 'em clean and taste all that sweet sweat again later." He stepped closer, his voice lowering to a menacing tone. "Maybe dancin' ain't your thing, but don't you worry, Karina. I’ve been dyin’ to try somethin' else with my pretty little mermaid here.”
Fear surged through Karina, more intense than ever. She was trapped, helpless, and terrified of what he might want next.
“W-what do you want from me?” Her voice cracked, barely a whisper. “I don’t know what you’re going to do, but please, I can’t… I can’t handle more of this. Please, no more!”
“Pipe down sweetheart. You act like someone’s harmin’ ya.” Out of nowhere, he began to draw his index finger into his mouth, his white-crusted tongue sticking out as it wet his finger. His eyes gleamed as he swirled his saliva around it, coating it thoroughly before pulling it out with a sickening, wet sound
He held it up in front of her face, his grin widening as he watched her reaction. "Ain’t that gross?" he drawled, the finger dripping slightly as it hovered in front of her. "Bet you don’t want none of that on ya. This here’s for the digging…"
Karina recoiled, her stomach turning as she tried to shrink away from the disgusting sight. "Eww!" she exclaimed, horrified. "What is wrong with you!?”
With a mocking chuckle, he coated his index finger again, leaving a fresh coat of thick saliva on his finger. She looked back at him with frightened anticipation, irritated that she had to stand there with his childish antics.
Karina’s heart pounded as she tried to make sense of his cryptic words. Digging? What the hell did he mean by that? Her eyes tracked his movements nervously as he brought his finger closer to her. The sight of it, glistening and dripping made her overwhelmed with fear, knowing he had something devious planned.
Her fear turned to confusion when she noticed his gaze lock onto her stomach again, a sinister grin curling on his lips. Before she could react, he lunged his index finger forward. What is he—?
And then she felt it.
A cold, slimy sensation pierced her belly button as his spit-soaked finger plunged inside. The horrifying realization hit her like a truck—this was what he meant by digging.
Not something metaphorical, clever, or even remotely justifiable. No, he meant it in the most literal and perverted way imaginable. He just wanted to actually dig his finger into her belly button of all places, like some grotesque little game only he found amusing.
“What the hell?! EWW EWW EWW NOOO !! OH MY GOD! Get out !! GET OUT OF THERE!" She yelled as loud as she could, scolding him like a child for this despicable act, “How dare you!!” The suddeness of this act sent her into a frenzy and she immediately screamed out in agony.
It wasn’t like when he licked her armpits, or ruthlessly tickled her stomach, this was unbearable in a more primitive, inhumane way.
It was intrusive.
The moment his finger entered her belly button, Karina’s entire body jolted. It was a sensation so strange, so foreign, that she couldn’t even begin to process it. It felt like her navel was opening, welcoming his dirty finger in against her will. The combination of the cold wetness from his saliva and the probing motion inside her belly button sent an instinctive shock through her core that made her hips jerk and her tummy convulse.
She had never imagined anyone could—or would—do something like this, and the realization made her outright disgusted. The thought of his spit touching her, mixing around in her bellybutton, was unbearable. She couldn’t believe he was actually driving his finger into her bellybutton of all places. The feeling was indescribable: It was as though he was picking on a nerve deep inside her navel she didn’t know she had, and now was diddling it endlessly, leaving her helpless against it.
Karina jerked violently against her restraints, her face flushed with anger and disgust. “Get it out, you sick freak! Oh God, it’s sinking into my skin! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!” She was nearly hyperventilating now, her body convulsing as if she could shake off the sensation through sheer force of will.
Karina was always big germophobe, and this drove her absolutely insane. Having a finger prying around her belly button was invasive enough, but he just had to cover it with… spit. His saliva, thick and sticky, clung to her skin, pooling inside her bellybutton like some vile residue. The smell was putrid, and the idea of whatever bacteria swirled in his mouth now seeping deep into her navel made her mortified. She could practically feel the filth crawling on her skin.
Before she knew it, his finger was practically digging as deep as it can, twisting in slow, torturous, slimey circles right in her bellybutton. Her entire body jolted around violently as he purposefully continued to smear his spit around, making her feel as if it was now trapped inside her own body.
“Stop doing that!! Please!!” she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. “W-what is the meaning of this?! This is so disgusting! You pervert, g-get your finger OUT OF THERE!!!” It felt as if there was nowhere to squirm to, she was essentially stuck there as his finger continued to explore inside her bellybutton.
Knowing it was Bo’s saliva in her navel made it infinitely worse. She gagged as the mental image of his white, crusted tongue flashed in her mind, paired with the bitter, sour stench of his breath that clung to her senses like a toxin. He was filthy, the very embodiment of everything she avoided—unkempt, unhygienic, and unapologetically vile. She couldn’t stop picturing the bacteria in his spit, multiplying, spreading like an infection inside her bellybutton, turning her own body into a breeding ground for his grime.
His complete disregard for her horror was maddening, the lazy grin on his face telling her he reveled in her revulsion.“Stop smiling at me, you freak!” Karina snapped, her voice trembling with rage. “This is inhumane! You’re filthy!” She struggled harder against the restraints, her body seething with disgust while he continued prodding around her navel.
Each scolding word she spat at him, each desperate plea for him to stop, only earned her a low chuckle, as if her protests were nothing more than entertainment. He would simply continue to dig his finger deeper, his gaze dark with amusement, as if mocking her for ever thinking she could resist him. The way she jerked and squirmed was instinctive, as natural as a little girl pulling away from something slimy and wrong. She felt trapped, helpless, and violated, knowing he wasn’t going to stop—he was enjoying this too much.
“Stop it—oh my God, stop! What is wrong with you?!” Karina screamed, her voice frantic as she yanked against her restraints, her body twisting helplessly. “That’s enough already! You have to stop!! Pleeeease!” Her tone cracked, a mix of fury and disbelief.
Just then, Bo quickly pulled his finger from her bellybutton with a sickening squelch, the spit residue dripping down her lower abdomen. Without hesitation, he locked eyes with her as he brought the finger to his mouth, sucking it clean with a slow, deliberate motion. Karina's face went pale with horror, her eyes wide in disbelief.
He closed his eyes, savoring the taste, and let out a soft hum of approval. “Mmm, tastes just like a hard working bellybutton! It’s got that girly, fresh-sweat taste.”
His grin widened, and his voice took on a scheming, manipulative edge. “Y’know, they say if you dig your finger deep in a mermaid’s bellybutton long enough, she just might release some of that sweet, rare bellybutton honey.” He paused, licking his lips for effect. “It’s going to take a lot of digging, but I aim to get every last drop of that special bellybutton honey you got for me!”
“You’re crazy!” Karina screamed, her voice shaking with panic. “Why on earth are you trying to taste what’s in my navel?? That is just so gross! Don’t you DARE DO THAT AGAIN!! I am so mad at you right now.”
But her words seemed to bounce off him, meaningless against the intensity of his gaze. His eyes were still locked onto her bellybutton, now slightly stretched and reddened, glistening with his dripping saliva as he continued to suck on and taste her girly flavor on his finger.
Bo had been patient. He’d spent the first day taking his time, savoring every ticklish inch of her—especially her armpits, where her reactions had been a thrill to watch. But through all the laughs and squirms, he’d held back, reserving his other favorite spot for the right moment. Her belly button had been his secret prize, something he wanted to save for a special occasion, knowing the anticipation would make it even sweeter.
Bo’s fascination with a woman's belly button had been a secret obsession for as long as he could remember. Each one was different—some shallow, others deep—but all of them held a strange, magnetic allure for him. There was just something about seeing a belly button so perfect that made him want to ruin it, to make it squirm under his touch. He’d always had this itch, a deep-seated urge to go digging and exploring in an unwanting woman’s belly button, and he’d always wonder what it would be like to have one all to himself. To tease, to torment, to find out just how sensitive it could be. Most of all, he wanted to get a taste of a woman’s belly button and get to know its true essence. He imagined it as the perfect pastime, an obsession he’d never get over, and now, with Karina helpless before him, he finally had his chance.
Karina was absolutely mortified. She stood there, frozen in disbelief, watching as he sucked on the very finger he had just violated her bellybutton with. The realization hit her like a wave: he had done all of that just to taste her, to savor her bellybutton’s flavor like some twisted freak. Her anger boiled under the surface, but it was overwhelmed by a creeping embarrassment and fear. The way he seemed to relish it, his eyes narrowing in pleasure, sent chills down her spine. She couldn’t shake the horrifying thought that he might not stop—that he’d dig in her bellybutton again, tasting and tormenting her as if this was only the beginning.
He then pulled his finger from his mouth with an audible pop, licking his lips like he’d just tasted something divine. “Well now,” he drawled, his Southern twang thick with smugness, “looks like the taste is all gone. Guess that means it’s time to dig again and get me some more.”
Karina’s heart sank as she watched him casually bring his finger back to his mouth, deliberately rewetting it with a loud, wet slurp. The thick sheen of saliva clung to his finger, glistening obscenely as he pulled it free, and she could see it drip onto the floor once again. She knew what was coming next—he was about to jam it right back into her bellybutton, soaking it with that disgusting, slimy saliva. She couldn't bear the thought of it—his gross saliva oozing back in, invading her skin.
"Oh my god, NO! No no no—what is wrong with you?!” she shrieked, thrashing against her restraints. “Please, PLEASE get that away from me! Not again!” Her voice cracked with desperation, the thought of that spit-covered finger invading her again making her shudder. But as she looked at him, she realized he was still prepping his finger with saliva for the next round. “Stop putting more spit on it! I hate it!!” She yelled, her final plea to him.
But he just chuckled low and slow, his grin wide and lazy. “Aw, now don’t get your fins in a twist, darlin’,” he teased. “I like seein’ you all grossed out—it’s real cute. Got myself a little mermaid to annoy, and I reckon I’m enjoyin’ it plenty.” With a deliberate smirk, he dragged the glistening finger toward her bellybutton, his movements slow enough to let her dread every second of what was coming next.
“This is so disgusting! I’m a grown woman—I shouldn’t have to deal with this!! Not the belly button, please !”
Bo loomed over her, as he hovered his finger near her navel, his intent clear.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement, as if her torment was the highlight of his day.
“NO!! I’m not ready!” Karina snapped, her voice shaking with both panic and frustration. “I’d never be ready for this! This is so WEIRD!!” Her face burned with humiliation as she tried to squirm free, her pleas growing desperate. “Bo, please change your mind! This is so gross!”
Bo’s grin widened, wicked and full of mischief. His Southern drawl oozed cruelty as he leaned closer. “This right here, darlin’? This is what I call a wet willy,” he said, displaying his damp finger slightly for emphasis. “And your sweet little mermaid bellybutton? It’s always gonna be subject to ‘em. Anytime I feel like it, I’ll just—” Without warning, his finger plunged back into her navel, wetter and more invasive than before. “—do this. Ain’t nothin’ you can do about it.”
“Ewwww! Stop it!” Karina shrieked, her whole body jolting in protest. She twisted in her restraints, trying to pull away from his relentless assault. “She groaned, her face red with frustration and embarrassment. “Wet willies aren’t even for belly buttons! They’re for—” Her words dissolved into a squeal of laughter as his finger continuously picked around inside her navel, sending an uncomfortable jolt through her.
Her outburst only seemed to amuse him more. “Nah, my wet willies are for mermaid belly buttons. I think it’s downright genius,” he teased, the smugness dripping from every word.
“Bo! Stop it, I mean it!” she gasped, caught between laughter and discomfort, unable to break free from his twisted idea of fun.
Karina’s initial shock from the horrendous act only lasted so long. The sheer invasion, the slimy sensation of his spit, had paralyzed her with disgust at first. But then, just like when his tongue had explored her armpit, something else started to happen. The repetitive nature of his touch, the deliberate way his finger twisted and prodded, began to elicit an entirely different reaction.
It tickled.
More than she ever thought possible.
Her eyes widened in realization as she felt the sensation sharpen, his focus no longer random but targeted. He wasn’t just poking or twisting mindlessly. No, he was deliberately zeroing in on that soft, hypersensitive bulb deep in her bellybutton—a spot she’d never imagined could be so reactive. He would jam his finger right over it and start diddling it around, electrifying her nerves without mercy. His movements were precise, teasing, almost cruel in their purpose, and it sent shocks of ticklish agony radiating through her core.
“Stop! Hahaha—no, please! HAH! Oh God!” she screamed, her voice breaking into uncontrollable laughter as her body writhed against her restraints. The disgust she had felt moments ago was rapidly replaced with frantic desperation. The relentless sensation overwhelmed her, her mind a chaotic mix of panic and unbearable ticklishness as she struggled to wiggle away from his maddening touch.
“Get off! Hahaha—STOP!” she shrieked, thrashing as much as her bound limbs would allow. But no matter what she did, his finger stayed there, teasing, pressing, and picking on her little bellybutton bulb without mercy. Tears pricked her eyes as her laughter turned frantic, her body jerking violently in a futile attempt to escape. “You’re driving me—hahaha—insane! Stop it, please!”
But Bo was too preoccupied to listen. It was as though he was in a trance, completely mesmerized with her belly button and how he can freely prod around in it with no limitation.
He knew this would drive her crazy. No woman, especially someone as composed and elegant as Karina, would ever want a finger prying around in their bellybutton. It was a spot too intimate, too oddly primitive—a place she never expected to be invaded. And that’s exactly why he did it. The thought of forcing his wet finger into such a feminine and personal spot on Karina only made his grin widen. Not able to do anything, Karina could only scream. She felt almost ridiculous as a grown woman, being dressed up like a mermaid and being reduced to begging this man to stop sticking his wet finger into her navel.
"Look how much this little mermaid loves my wet willies!" he purred, his voice dripping with menace. "I've always wanted a perfect, DEEP little belly button to pick inside and mess with!” As he boldly said the word ‘deep’, he deliberately pressed his finger deeper into her navel and picked around inside of it, watching her squirm. "Bet you hate this, don't ya?" His words were cold, taunting, as he diddled his finger around more and more, savoring her discomfort.
“EWW NOO! Please!! HAHA—UGH—Stop doing that!! P-PL-LEASE STOP!" she screamed, her voice breaking as the coldness of his saliva-soaked finger sent a shudder down her spine. Every dig and wet swirl of his finger felt like electricity shocking her over and over and she just couldn’t take it.
But he didn’t stop. He only smiled and continued to swirl his finger and flick the sensitive nerve she hid deep in her bellybutton, watching her squirm and scream in vain. Her body twisted and jerked, the cold saliva seeping deeper with every movement. She couldn’t stop squirming from his touch, couldn’t escape from his cruel attention.
He took his time, enjoying his new hobby with Karina’s belly button. Every few minutes or so, he’d bring his finger back to give it a taste, only to re-wet it with spit and go back in repeatedly. He did this quite a few times, leaving Karina desperate for a break.
After a few agonizing wet willy rounds, Bo finally pulled his finger away from her bellybutton, leaving Karina gasping for breath, her skin tingling from the sensation. Sweat glistened on her brow, and her face twisted with disgust and anger.
"That was absolutely disgusting!" she yelled, her voice shaking with a mix of fury and disbelief. "Why would you do that?! I can’t believe you just kept putting your finger in my belly button like that—it was so gross! Don’t fucking do that again!" Her eyes burned with a fierce anger, but the helplessness in her voice betrayed her panic.
But Bo only chuckled, wiping his damp finger on his shirt as if savoring the moment. His eyes shone with a kind of wild delight. “Oh, darlin’, you have no idea,” he said, his voice dropping to a slow, almost tender drawl. “I think I’ve found my new favorite thing. Your little innie—it's like it was made for me to mess with. I could spend all day in there.”
Karina’s eyes widened, her breath hitching as his words sunk in, the horror building with every second. Bo grinned, his expression turning dark and determined.
“In fact,” Bo said, pausing for dramatic effect, “how about we go for... oh, I dunno... another 30 minutes straight? Right there.” His finger hovered menacingly over her belly button, the spot he’d been relentlessly tormenting.
Karina’s eyes widened in panic, her breath hitching as the full weight of his words sank in. He wasn’t joking—he never was. “No—NO!! I don’t want your dirty fucking spit finger anywhere near my belly button! You are so gross!!” she snapped, her voice cracking with both anger and disgust.
Bo’s smirk only deepened, clearly enjoying her outburst.
She writhed in her seat, glaring at him. “Wipe your spit off of my stomach now!” she demanded, her tone sharp and furious.
“Oh, you want me to clean it off?” Bo replied, leaning closer, his voice mockingly sweet. “Give it a little wax and shine?”
Karina groaned, her frustration bubbling over. “Whatever you need to do to get that stuff out of my belly button, just do it already!”
Bo chuckled darkly, reaching into his pocket. “Well, darlin’,” he said slowly, drawing out each word as he reached behind him, “lucky for you, I came prepared.” With a flourish, he pulled out a Q-tip from his back pocket, holding it up like a prize. He twirled the Q-tip between his fingers, his grin spreading as he watched the terror flood her face. Karina’s heart sank as she realized he wasn’t done with her yet.
"Wh-what are you gonna do with that?" she stammered, trying to sound braver than she felt. A Q-tip seemed harmless enough—how bad could it be?
Just then, he brought it to his ear, slowly inserting it, and began to clean. His smile widened as he twisted the Q-tip with deliberate care, savoring the moment. When he pulled it out, the tip was stained with a thick, brown smear of wax and grime. He held it out for her to see, almost like it was a trophy.
Karina began to shudder in horror, remembering how he had flaunted his wet finger in front of her just before plunging it into her bellybutton. Now, he was holding the filthy Q-tip in the same way, displaying it with that same unsettling grin. Her face paled as she realized what he might be planning.
"Oh my god, don't you even think about it! NO!!" she screamed, backing away as far as her restraints would allow, her eyes wide with terror.
“YOU CAN’T PUT YOUR NASTY EARWAX IN MY BELLY BUTTON!!” Karina shrieked, her voice erupting in sheer panic. The thought truly disgusted her. She was already sickened by the idea of his spit defiling her skin, but earwax? The sheer audacity and filth of it made her want to scream louder, to claw herself free from her restraints.
Bo’s grin only deepened as he stepped closer, his shadow looming over her. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” he drawled. “You said to get that stuff out. I’m just doin’ what you asked. Wax and shine, remember?”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT, YOU FREAKY PERVERT!” she screamed, her voice raw with anger and fear. “GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!”
But her words only seemed to amuse him further. He chuckled darkly, twirling the Q-tip with deliberate slowness as he leaned closer.
She writhed against her restraints, trying desperately to move away. The straps held her tight, leaving her helpless. The best she could manage was to twist her body, turning her belly as far from his approaching hand as possible.
Amused by her squirming, his smug grin widened as he declared, “Thirty minutes starts now, little mermaid.” Before Karina could scream another protest, he plunged it into her bellybutton, slow and deliberate, like he was savoring every second of her horror.
What followed was pure, unrelenting torment.
Every second was a new form of hell. The Q-tip felt endless, scraping and probing, sending jolts of ticklish agony through her body. The Q-tip’s soaked cotton squelched audibly as it twisted deeper into her delicate crevice, its dampness carrying remnants of saliva and wax that clung to her skin like an invisible brand. The feeling was unbearable, a nauseating invasion that disgusted and angered Karina. Her worst nightmare had come to life, and the realization sent a fresh wave of panic through her.
“GET IT OUTT! You monster!!” she shrieked, her voice high and frantic. “There’s your fucking wax in there! It’s FILTHY! You’re disgusting—STOP!” Her words broke as her body thrashed against the restraints, trying desperately to escape the unbearable sensation. The thought of anything being stuck inside her bellybutton, let alone something coated in spit and wax, made her head spin with revulsion.
The minutes stretched into eternity, each one dragging her deeper into a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Karina’s head spun as she realized this had gone far beyond thirty minutes. But Bo wasn’t stopping—if anything, he seemed more energized, more thrilled with every passing second.
“Please,” she begged, her voice cracking, tears streaming down her face. “It’s been more than thirty minutes—just stop! Please!”
Bo didn’t answer, didn’t even pause. His grin stayed fixed as he continued twisting the filthy Q-tip with sickening precision. The gunky wax mixed with spit clung to her skin, sticky and slimy in a way that made her tummy quiver. Worst of all, it was smeared deep inside her bellybutton—a spot she’d never even thought about, now turned into the focus of this vile torment. She squirmed harder, horrified by the thought of the grime festering there, impossible to clean.
Bo finally chuckled, his Southern drawl thick with mockery. “You should be thankin’ me!” he said, twisting the Q-tip once more. “I’m just cleanin’ this here bellybutton!”
Karina’s face twisted in fury and disgust, her voice rising as she lashed out. “Thanking you? Are you insane?! You’re smearing your fucking earwax and spit in my bellybutton, you sick freak! Stop it—just STOP!”
Karina’s prayers were finally answered as Bo, grinning with twisted satisfaction, slowly pulled the Q-tip out of her bellybutton. A sticky, gooey string of filth clung to the tip, stretching unnervingly before snapping free. The remaining gunk pooled in her bellybutton, a slimy, glistening mess that clung to the sides of her navel, as if it were refusing to leave. Though her belly button was now coated with gunk, she was still relieved that it seemed like he was finishing upz
He leaned in closer, his tone slow and deliberate. “You know what, darlin’? From now on, you never need to clean your dirty little bellybutton again. I’ll be doin’ that for you. Every. Single. Day.”
Karina’s jaw dropped in horror, a disgusted scoff escaping her lips. “Are you serious?! That’s beyond disgusting! I don’t need you picking around in my navel, let alone every day! That’s insane!” she snapped, her voice shaking with revulsion and frustration.
"Your bellybutton’s been neglected for far too long, sweetheart. This is just a little... maintenance. I’m gonna make sure every inch of my little mermaid is spotless, especially where all that filth hides. You wouldn’t want to be unhygienic, now, would you?"
Karina's face twisted in disgust, her body trembling with anger and fear. "UNHYGENIC?!" she spat, her voice rising. "Nothing about this is hygienic! You are the grossest, most disgusting man I’ve ever met!"
Karina’s heart pounded in her chest as his words sank in. She had been hoping this was just some creepy way to harrass her but now, hearing his cruel words, the terror settled in. This wasn’t just a one-time thing—this could very well become his daily ritual.
Bo wasn’t the kind of man to stop once he found something that worked. No, he’d enjoy watching her squirm, savoring every moment as he cleaned her, violated her, all under the guise of "maintenance." The thought of him returning to her over and over, each time more determined than the last, made her cower in fear of her captor.
Karina’s voice trembled with a mix of desperation and anger. “This has got to stop, Bo! This is enough already! You can’t just keep me tied up here while you do... whatever this is!” Her eyes welled with tears as panic surged through her. "They’re looking for me! I need to get back home!"
Bo’s expression darkened, his grin turning into a tight, angry sneer as he stepped closer. “My little mermaid ain’t goin’ nowhere,” he growled, his voice dripping with menace. “Whose bellybutton am I gonna mess with if you ain’t here? Who’s armpits am I gonna lick?”
“NOBODY’S!” Karina shot back, her voice filled with outrage. “You shouldn’t be messing with anybody’s bellybutton or licking anyone’s armpits!” She recoiled, her face twisted in disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” she spat, her body tense with anger.
Instead of responding, Bo’s grip tightened on her hips as he leaned in closer. His face lowered, and his gaze locked on her stomach, a twisted possessiveness in his eyes. Bo’s lips pressed against her lower belly, planting soft, slow kisses, one after the other. His eyes gleamed with twisted satisfaction as he continued, treating her skin like a precious object to be worshipped.With a slow, deliberate movement, he pressed his lips against her lower belly, the first kiss soft but full of intention. His lips lingered, pressing gently but repeatedly, an eerie sense of intimacy as if he was trying to be romantic.
Karina tried sucking her belly in, anything to get away from him. “Stop kissing my stomach!” she snapped, her voice edged with panic. “Ugh, that’s starting to tickle! Come on, stop it!” She squirmed, helpless in her restraints, desperately trying to pull away from the uninvited affection that felt more like a twisted act of possession than anything romantic.
After a few more kisses, Bo finally pulled back, his grin widening as he admired his work. "Alright, little mermaid," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement. "You’ve worked hard this morning. Hell, would ya look at that—it’s already afternoon." He paused, letting the silence hang between them, before his eyes gleamed with a new idea. "How 'bout I fix you some food? It’ll be like our first date."
Bo grinned even wider, his eyes glinting with a strange satisfaction. "I’m gonna make you my girlfriend, just you wait, doll."
Karina froze. Your... girlfriend? The thought sent a cold wave of dread rushing through her, making her stomach twist uncomfortably. She could barely process what he said, but the words hung in the air like a heavy weight. She struggled to push the thought aside, the idea of being trapped in this twisted fantasy of his filling her with even more fear.
"I’m really hungry," she said, the words coming out in a desperate whisper, "just—just make the food, please." She barely registered what she was saying anymore, all she could focus on was the gnawing emptiness inside her.
Bo gave her a sly grin, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Alright, I’ll make you some food,” he said casually, wiping his hands together. “But first, I just gotta wrap up the wax ‘n shine here first.” His tone was almost too calm, like he was in control of every moment. “Time to get me the rest of my belly button honey!”
Before she could even react, he dived right back into her innie. She was she was shocked, as it wasn’t his finger diving back in this time—it was his entire face. His tongue swiftly entered into her navel, wiggling around slimely, and trying to get deep in to scoop out the remaining gunk.
Karina flailed and thrashed around desperately, screaming and yelling in disgust. “AHAHAHA! No wait! Get away from there! AHAHAHAHA! That... AHAHAH! That feels terrible! Stop it, stop! AHAHHAHA!!” She tried bucking him off, but his face was essentially glued onto her stomach.
Bo’s tongue continued its slow, maddening journey, flicking at the base of Karina's bellybutton with an unsettling patience. His face was so close, she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, mixing with the sickening sensation of his relentless licking. Each flick of his tongue felt like a cold, clammy intrusion, his saliva seeping into the small, intimate spot as if he had all the time in the world.
Her voice cracked with desperate laughter, her body jerking against the restraints as she fought to escape the torment. The sensation of his wet tongue moving around her sensitive bellybutton was unbearable. It was as if he was savoring each second, each horrifying stroke, completely indifferent to the agony it caused her.
Karina twisted helplessly, every fiber of her being screaming for release, but Bo’s grip on her hips tightened, holding her in place. His tongue circled around her bellybutton again, almost leisurely, as if savoring her suffering. The slick warmth of his tongue made her skin crawl, and he would wiggle it around as if it were alive.
After a long, grueling morning, Karina's body felt limp and her mind was on the verge of breaking. Every inch of her was sore, exhausted from the twisted routine that had become her nightmare. Her skin still tingled with the aftereffects of his tickle torment, and she couldn’t escape the feeling of being trapped in his grip. All she wanted was to be rescued, to escape the suffocating grip of this nightmarish reality, and return home—far away from this madness. Her eyes flickered with a desperate hope, but deep down, she knew her nightmare wasn’t over yet.
With a final tug, Bo loosened the ropes that bound her wrists, his smirk never fading. She finally brought her arms down, her legs shaky from the hours of being restrained. "Come on, princess," he sneered, guiding her with an almost casual grip toward the dining room.
She shuffled along, too drained to resist. He shoved her into the chair at the table, making sure she was seated before turning on his heel. Without a word, he disappeared into the kitchen, the clattering of pots and pans echoing in the distance. Karina sat there, her mind still racing from the events of the morning, she wondered if this could get any worse.
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