Despite all the squirming, Zoey couldn't get the Smoker's
finger out of her belly button, she was too ticklish there.
Zoey looked around the safe house to find something of
use against the Smoker, but was out of luck.
Tickling Zoey was taking all of the Smoker's attention,
his tongue's grip on her pinned arms loosened enough that
a weakened Zoey could use what little strength she had and
overpower him. She drove her palm into his chest and
rolled him off of her.
Her belly button was throbbing as she got onto her feet
and tried running away, but was incredibly off-balanced.
The Smoker extended his tongue and wrapped it around
Zoey's torso, just below her breasts. Zoey looked down
just in-time to see the tip of the tongue approaching her
already tender navel.
Once again, Zoey was laughing uncontrollably, the
Smoker was licking her belly button, running the tip
around the rim and occasionally entering it and licking
the tender bottom inside. Zoey tried to fight it off, but
the Smoker wasn't going to lose his grip again.
Squirming didn't help her, and eventually, her legs
began to weaken. The Smoker pulled her in, wrapping
his tongue around her arms above her head once again.
The Smoker danced his index finger around inside of
her belly button.
Zoey could sense the frustration of the Smoker by how
hard he was fingering her navel, she had a slight feeling
that next time he'd be tickling a corpse. She was running
very low on options, and needed something quick.
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